The Barbican is an oasis of green in the concrete City of London.
I always gravitate here when I have some time to kill before a train or if I need a place with good WiFi, coffee, and little pretension.
It’s so strange because I always think of Georgian townhouses or sprawling Regency halls in my minds eye when I need a bit of escapism, but burgundy bricks and brutalist tower blocks cause this overwhelming sense of calm in me that I can’t quite explain.
I have, on numerous occasion, used a tote bag as a pillow and fallen asleep on the warm bricks outside next to the fountains with a book; neglected and trepidatiously close to the water.
We all need places like this. Places that demand nothing from us and give us a sanctuary in a city that is so often insistent, loud, and brash.
(Also there are terrapins that live in the conservatory)