The coffeehouses were empty. The throng in the tavern shows you where you will have good dinner or where you can be disappointed. This coffeehouse was almost empty even we should expect more customers because it was a middle of holidays.
With the night most of carts disappear from streets, but they are swapped with taxicabs and garbage trucks. Close to midnight also these slowly disappear, only pedestrian street proceed to live with it's common tempo.
After midnight the lonely houses are witnesses of noise of buses and more and more rare cabs. The rage of big diesel trucks reach few houses away then loses and join to a kind of grumble of town which never become silent. After few days the visitor accustoms to this murmur and doesn't hear it any more at all.
Over day beautiful fronts of town halls disappear in the jungle of advertisements. You become aware to the beauty of architecture as late as in the night. People are walking by as these buildings doesn't even exist. Sure, likewise the resident of London usually doesn't catch sight to Big Ben. However, the ease of these people gave me the feeling of safety at night photographing even the beggar children pull me to my sleeves for money without stopping.
In the fronts of trades stay fine dressed men and try to entice the passers to enter in a store. In any case, they try to start to talk first, then they offer the stuff. When we said to one of them that we are from Russia, he started to talk to us in a pure Russian. What a drop a brick, isn't it?
ad to me so I continued with shooting the photos also in smaller side streets.