Waiting Outside St. John’s Wood: A Summer of Hope in London

right to be there—he was human, after all—but to us, it felt like the city had been abandoned, even if only temporarily. It’s strange how admiration can twist into something that feels almost like ownership, even when you know, deep down, that it isn’t.

Still, we stayed.

Day after day, we returned to the same stretch of street, finding comfort in the continue reading …