The other day I took a short walk from Liverpool St Station, along Bishopsgate and around the back to Finsbury Square.
The sky havered between blue and grey and the buildings struck me as imposingly austere but quirkily handsome. Sexy, even.
At one point, a cloud joined the party and a few trees turned up to put their spokes in, for good measure.
The light began to fail and I Central Lined it home with a good, hot strong coffee.
And that was my late afternoon in EC2.