A local I got to know in Victoria Station. (Sunflower seeds helped!)
Dr. Who's conveyance.
The Thames at dawn.
I can report from a recent visit to London that it's pretty much the same in July as it is in January: bleak, drizzly, with only a bit more light and warmth. And--boy!--they sure make you pay for the privilege of being misterable: the equivalent of $5 for a bottle of water, $2 for the cheapest thing on McDonald's menu, $20 for a one-way ticket on the slow train from the airport. (The only bargain was $7 for an all-day bus pass.)