Bonnington Square Garden
it didn’t feel like London at all, there were tropical trees all around, a sense of possibility in the air, and freedom… outside the garden people were sat on chairs beside the italian deli and an old man played his violin and the little flats that surrounded had been occupied by squatters for the longest time, all thanks to a turkish man who owned a shop that he refused to sell, a man who fought the system.. and it felt like a little utopia, hidden in oval…
Bonnington Square Garden, Vauxhall/ Oval