One of the weird things about the lockdown is how architecture – necessarily the art for people, the art which all people have to see – has lost its human element.
Huge buildings like King's Cross Station (pictured), expressly designed to accommodate huge amounts of people, have now lost their purpose; well, almost – a few trains were still running from the near-empty station when I visited yesterday.
Suddenly, now these great buildings have lost their functional purpose, you can see them as works of art – almost like a model village.
How heartbreakingly beautiful London is, particularly on warm spring days like today: whether it's the gleaming white, Edwardian, art deco buildings next to the Oldie office; or the even more gleaming white, stucco Nash terraces I biked past this morning.
But, for all their beauty as artistic objects, how I long for them to be thronged with crowds again.