Acres of empty pavement, miles of open road; even China Town was empty. London on the morning of Christmas day seemed only inhabited by pigeons and a few stray tourists wondering if nuclear warfare had finally been unleashed unto the world or if they had simply wandered by mistake on the set of yet another sequel of 28 Days.
It felt slightly eerie and unsettling to see our normally bustling city so forlorn. Still there were a few intrepid cafés opened here and there where one could find a little human warmth. By midday though, things were starting to take on a more familiar face despite the absence of public transport.