St Paul's Cathedral in Bloom.🌸🌸

Every March to April in Bristol, my friends and I would go hunting for cherry and magnolia blossoms 🌸👭. I’d even sneak out on a rainy weekday to that famous tree in Notting Hill—just me, the quiet street, and a canopy of pale pink petals 📷🌧️. There’s a saying in Japanese: “ichi-go ichi-e” —a moment once in a lifetime. Miss the blossoms, and you’ve missed spring itself 🍃💔. I’d always wanted to see the cherry blossoms framing St Paul’s—that perfect postcard shot 🏛️📸. And yes—on a crisp sunny day, it was beautiful (though crowded!). But something felt off—maybe the light, maybe the timing. It didn’t feel magical… not at first. It was only on the Tube ride home, scrolling through filtered photos, that the magic quietly appeared 🌸✨. On the Millennium Bridge, people were stopping, looking down. Scattered on the ground were colorful puzzle-like tiles 🧩🎨—and there was a man kneeling, carefully painting, pausing only to smile at passers-by who praised his work. Later, at Tate Modern—packed with people, strollers parked like cars 🚙👶—we stepped outside and found a lone white tree blooming quietly in a back alley. It wasn’t famous. No one was taking photos. But it was blooming all the same—just like the trees by my office, by the station, unnoticed but unbothered 🌳💮. “There’s something so free and lovely about this country,” I thought to myself—not for the first time. Some moments aren’t made for the camera. They’re just meant to be felt. #UK #London #Travel#LondonBlossoms #SpringInLondon #CherryBlossomSeason #StPaulsCathedral