Yes it is different from the last rainy night shot. Street lights, pavement, architecture. This is definitely not Paris. Here we are expecting the Werewolf anytime. No more smog in London, but it is almost missing here. This has a Sherlock Holmes atmosphere. A crime has been committed somewhere… Why do I have this feeling ? Maybe there is a coat of literature above what is after all a very uncharacteristic street bend. What gives an identity to a picture ? Probably what we want it to be. Our imagination and our accumulation of memories dictates an interpretation of what we see. The previous Paris night picture was for me very plain. It was home. The neighborhood, the streets around my place. Here, in London, there is some kind of excitement of not being home. I have known this city for a very long time, but it remains exotic to me. It may even affect the way I take the picture. Maybe I positioned myself to have this heavy atmosphere of a London that doesn't exist any more. I probably chose the focal length to enhance the emptiness of this passage.