Christmas Shopping in London's West End

Still no travelling. Things are difficult here. But after an afternoon of Christmas shopping, I emerge into the street at twilight, and look up at the big store in the dusk.   Bye for now, John Lewis. 

The bus home is a welcome sight.as it looms up out of the traffic.

So I get on, and up to the top deck. Pity someone's sitting in the front seats, my favourites. Yeah, I always pretend I am driving the bus.  I've done it all my life 

The windows steam up, reflections, a bit of fogginess....we set off home past the big department stores. Now we're passing Selfridges. . 

And a No. 23 bus is going the other way

So many twinkling lights, it feels almost dreamlike up her in the bus, floating above it all.



And something exciting about watching the lights and traffic too.

The traffic's so thick that our bus takes ages to crawl through.   For speed, I should have gone on the tube, but never mind.  The light fades from the sky, the shop windows that we pass seem brighter and brighter

Another bus lumbers slowly past...

Passengers there, talking on their mobile phones...

Now we're away from the shops, passing a garden square with illuminated trees and lights twined through the  iron archway that guards the entrance.

And the bus windows are getting foggier as we pick up speed, heading towards home

This is where I start gathering my bags to get off the bus.  The windows are truly fogged by now but I recognise it because I know it well.

Off the bus. My local high street is still busy. I turn down a quiet side street and am glad to see my own front door. 

And that's today's London Christmas shopping experience. Cup of tea, I think.