A foggy day in London Town
Had me low and had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm
The British Museum had lost its charm
How long, I wondered, could this thing last?
But the age of miracles hadn’t passed,
For, suddenly, I saw you there
And through foggy London Town
The sun was shining everywhere.
So many people have sung this wonderful Cole Porter song. I love the Ella Fitzgerald version. Whenever it’s foggy or misty in London it comes into my head…
A week or so ago I walked up to Ealing Broadway to catch a train to work, as the Piccadilly Line was so dire. The mist was just being burned off as I wandered through Lammas Park, my local.