On my way to school I saw a lady riding her retro bike along the street, weaving in and out of traffic, a set of manaquin legs tucked under her arm. Nobody stared. I saw the curls of train-mist in the arched rafters of Paddington Station. Nobody looked up from their well trodden morning routes. I'm thinking there's an inverse relationship between the number of people in a city and the number of random little things that get noticed. Sad really, but the train mist and the manaquin were all mine to savour today.