Tower Bridge
The grey sky starts to fill up with smokey clouds while I’m standing there, with my woolly
beanie cuddling my ears and my teeth chattering. “Beep, Beep… Honk!” Cars were zooming past like a herd of wildebeests trying to find a patch of grass. Sweaty people were running past me that smelt like smelly car fumes. People around me were talking in all different types of languages, while the taste of gassy car fumes were attacking my taste buds. I have millions of layers of jackets on me. The great, ginormous Tower Bridge is the best landmark in London.
