Not only lonely, but also exhausting. Mustering the energy to traipse into a city full of gems to discover and experience is satisfying and worthwhile, but so tiring. One can't help but wish they had someone with them, if only to exchange knowing glances of the emotional spectrum.
Haunting the National Portrait Gallery today, I had the pleasure of experiencing "The Beatles to Bowie 1960s" exhibit. It was fascinating to see the young faces of so many budding rock stars, their images beautifully and creatively rendered. I am smitten.
Time to not mope. I'm in London, after all.
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