Returning after a week in Sweden, London is hot, airless and choked with dirt, its spaces small and clunky. We come back late at night, delayed by stalled trains, to a city disintegrating in heat, rubbish and the aftermath of World Cup revelries, the party long past over. It’s smelly and chaotic and nobody cares much.
I dream of a shimmering soft light, dark pines, cool air, and effortlessly stylish white interiors.
Lucy's London Blog 