My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
Walk and ride through London with Foster + Partners An Article by Norman Foster www.fosterandpartners.com With outdoor activities being the flavour of the season, we have drawn up a few routes through the city that you could take on with friends and family. Suitable to bike or walk, each route features a selection of projects by the practice in the capital, introducing some of our ongoing work and reacquainting you with some old favourites. Take a Walk walking