Here’s the thing about strikes: they force us to slow down. In a city obsessed with speed (the Underground trains themselves hit 42 mph max), a 24-hour halt reminds us that the journey matters as much as the destination. You might discover a shortcut through a park, a conversation with a street musician, or simply the quiet luxury of not moving at all.
When the trains resume, we’ll all shuffle back into our metal tubes, grumbling over delays and apologizing to strangers’ elbows. But for those two days, let the strike be a gentle rebellion. Walk. Talk. Breathe. The city will still be there—maybe a little more patient, a little more human.
And if all else fails, remember: the Thames Clipper river boat runs. It’s practically a holiday.
