“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.
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.