Soho, that I love

I have been taking the tube to Oxford street for the last month so that I can walk to work through Soho.
Everyday a different route.

Walking through the city as it wakes up and gets ready for the day.
The sounds of espresso machines gurgling, whistling and then the thumping as the residue is knocked out.
The pistachio ice cream green, tiled building that sits on the corner of Beak and Lexington.
Fruit vendors setting up shop in Berwick.
Flat white opposite the ugly Budgens.

Down wardour.
Shaftsbury seems to break the momentum that is Soho. It's like a highway running through a village.
And then China Town.
China Town. Caramelled duck hanging up in window displays.Steaming baskets of dim sum. Unfamilliar yet so familliar.

I love.