another famous london sight - the inside of an underground train.
unusually deserted ...
in fact, it was so quiet on the northern line, i wondered if it was me.
so i sniffed both armpits, just in case.
and asked a bemused member of staff if we were in one of those disaster movies and could we expect tumbleweed coming down the line rather than the next train.
but it was nice to stretch my legs out and admire the graffiti, i must say.

london