“London Bridge is falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady.” I was humming this in my head on my way to see the bridge before it gets darker. I don’t know how far it was. In my furious bambling to reach the destination, this wall stopped me on my track.
The optical illusion was so mesmerizing that I need to get a shot of it. Suddenly, I heard a commotion behind me.
Stop! Wait!
Turning around, three young men running towards me, giggling.
“Hey, mate, you just can’t take a picture of a blank wall,” said one lad with a twinkling in his eyes.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you boys go ahead and pose for me to make the wall look pretty?” I said.
You just got to love the Brits.
Reflections 
you do have to live the Brits!
and what good sports to pose and make the photo of the wall come to life
Oh that’s wonderful Perpetua. Loved the wall by itself and loved the Brits photobombing it!
That was a fun memorable moment, Tina. Thank you.
haha! You are such a flirt!!!! 😍
Mwah? Tee hee…