It's always so strange coming back - and very familiar landscapes change ... Not that I make a practice of walking down Oxford Street at this season - but I was looking for a Post Office - and as an overheard French visitor put it, c'est tout trous. Holes, everywhere, but at least here, they're keeping some facade, albeit strangely juxtaposed with some Christmas Lights. At least, they're lit at night ... shades of the 1960s, when like so many small children, I suspect, I was taken up to London to See The Lights and the decorated windows (Liberty's were almost always my favorites ...).
OK, you want the tourist stuff? Here it is!