A city of chaos and infinite variety. Once my home for a few years, whenever I go back I'm still amazed by it. Especially on those rare clear days, as on the right.
I think it must be where my love of architecture first began, some of it's ugly, and a lot unnecessary, and a few just down right dangerous, but together they're fascinating.
Now I live surrounded by Victorian terraces and 70's flats in cold, rainy London. Not a bad thing, just very different.
Here's a little something I drew when I was last out there.