underground belly dancer
I love the London Underground. Though the insanity of rush hour could rustle anyone’s feathers, the Underground (or ‘Tube’) does a damn good job of keeping us Londoners entertained. Having travelled (sometimes begrudgingly) via the Metropolitan and Central line for the majority of the last 23 years, I have experienced and taken part in dance-offs, the sweet silence of morning commutes, giggled at the all-night train partiers of New Years, received marriage proposals, seen more than my fair share of late-night puking, assisted lost tourists, and relentlessly people-watched my way in and out of Central London.

I have yet to spot a belly dancer in full costume, but this throwback photo from 1968 has definitely put it on the bucket list.