London has a way of making you feel both ancient and brand new. The narrow streets twist between old brick buildings, and yet neon lights flicker in the corners. On my last trip, I walked across the Millennium Bridge at sunset. The Thames River shimmered under the warm orange sky, and the dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral rose like a gentle giant ahead. Even the chatter of tourists felt musical, blending with the hum of the city. I stopped at a tiny café nearby and watched people rush past—each carrying a story I would never know. That's the magic of traveling: learning to observe without needing to control, letting new places remind you how small, curious, and alive you really are.
