Before I left Vietnam for England, my big brother insisted that I would have to check out the double-decker buses of London. He is one of those who read a lot. I wondered if he had read something about the floating-like feeling sitting on the top deck. Lampposts look threateningly closer while people look surprisingly smaller.
The man whom I once loved toured London with me through white snow-covered streets full of red double-deckers. He is one of those who take photos a lot. The above he named “London with Love”. He brought the miniature double-decker bus back with him. I was left with the redness.