Eventually springtime also arrived here in LDN. And at the first rays of light, Londoners got naked. Literally. Flip flops, tank tops and underwears everywhere, and suddendly the hormones go…
The journey begins on a ferry to Governor’s Island. Taking off from the art nouveau looking end of the South Ferry pier I am cruising along with the “Flaming Youth”. Am I on the right path or did I just travel through times?