Lost in London

I have a few minutes to kill before my night class, so am hovering around the entrance to Central St Martins photographing likely art students.

This girl very obligingly stepped into a good pool of light, but I added a little fill-in so her face wasn't so contrasty.

I empathised with her standing around with a map looked puzzled and waiting for the spacial awareness gene to kick in.

Lovely day again, but the Poles were so noisy I had to make my daily phone calls from Queens Park (what a loss!). By the end of the day I'd made 5 more appointments and got a bit of a suntan.