The child below was sitting on the edge of the fountain in the same museum. I've spotted others throwing leaves, sliding down banisters and chasing birds. Or chattering away with excitement standing on the edge of curbs - buses and black taxis swishing by their toes.
Mostly one wanders in crowds. Even late at night, the little alleyways in Soho or Convent Garden are jammed with jostlers. Rarely are the streets entirely empty. Likewise the museums. I caught this photo of my sister looking down into a gallery, where artifacts are examined, cleaned and repaired. I had to wait between people ambling by to take this photo. Imagine this space with only whispers and the quiet clack of heels.