


I pass through Snaresbrook station every day and while the commute and the Central line are probably my least favourite things in the world the station sure is pretty.
I used to love London, then the relationship became a bit dysfunctional, but it appears that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder. After a couple of years away I have rediscovered my love of this dirty old town and will catalogue the reasons why right here.
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