There’s no good reason for visiting the cavernous bus terminus at Stamford Hill in north London, although my wife and I once inadvertently arrived there in a night bus many years ago after a late night out when we both fell asleep on the top deck on our way home from the West End and overshot our stop by a few miles.
Stamford Hill is home to Europe’s largest Hasidic Jewish population and a suit hire shop I’m visiting when I have to take refuge from the rain and the bus terminus presents itself as a subject to draw. It’s not the London of the travel brochures or royal residences or Bond Street-style shops, and you’re not going to find a postcard of it, but it’s the kind of London that most Londoners know.