Sketched on a quiet corner of craven street, behind busy whitehall, the house where herman melville lived 150 years or so ago for like five minutes probably (had a whale of a time). It started raining while drawing this, so I ducked into a doorway, and then hightailed it to a nearby old pub, the ship and shovell, where I finished off the wash, washed down with some cold bavarian hofbrauhaus beer, served by a brazilian.
But this says London, doesn’t it. I think so.
(sketched may 29, micron pen)
petescully 
Pete,
Lovely, lovely sketches. Yes, this does say London, very much so. I was so glad to see your posts, as I have been anticipating them since you left. I especially like this one and the one of the skyline. The window view made me meloncholy, but still well done.
Great picture, and I Love the Melville connection – what an incredible writer he was.
http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/underneath-yellow-lights.html
Thank you! Wow, this was years ago, forgotten I’d sketched this.
http://yecaterpillar.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/its-so-grey-in-london-town.html
:-)
Hi Jeremy. Hope you are still drawing too!
Hi Julia – hope to be drawing a crowd soon. Lovely surprise to hear from you. caterpillardub@gmx.com