This is a more or less secret gem between the big banks of London and the Tower – remained walls of a church, where you can find a little quiet – in the middle of London.

Ok, you hear the cars and the red busses, but the bushes and the greent tendrils show us sitting on the park benches that you sit in the green at least, and that in a quite enchanted place.

That the people need exactly that you can recognize when you observe the office workers who spend their lunch breaks here.

We also spend a kind of break here, me with some black pens for this sketch in my traveler’s notebook before we went to the airport – back home.

I would spend my lunch break here at St.-Dunstan-in-the-East.

And you?