The reasons I have always loved London are nonexistant these days. The museums, the theatres, the restaurants and pubs are all closed. Fortunately I've been able to get out. I have tromped through parks and wandered all around within walking distance. Being curious, (read nosey), I am drawn to hidden spaces. Fences, walls and hedges are there to peek over or through. Anything tucked away is meant to be investigated. The Secret Garden is one of my favorite books. A door hidden behind ivy, leading into a completely private, overgrown garden. Oh yes! This city is packed with just these things. There are teeny houses tucked into unimaginably small spaces. There are mews, little side streets where the houses are converted stables and sheds. Gated entrances that lead somewhere I can't see!! Narrow footpaths that meander between houses. And mini gardens everywhere.

Note the TINY gray house between the two larger ones.

I NEED to see what's at the end of this entrance. I love how cozy these places seem. I imagine the interiors to be something out of Beatrice Potter. Someplace to be cuddled up like in the corner of a sofa. Ah well. G won't let me peek in the windows so I'll never know. She's says it's WRONG. Geesh. xxoo me