I took this photo on Saturday on London's South Bank. We had emerged from the Tate into the rain and driven to the National Theatre where we parked in the basement. We stopped to buy a programme, then set off to walk to the restaurant where we had booked dinner.
We emerged into a pink world - to the west everything was pink, the wet pavements shone with pink light, the windows of the Royal Festival Hall were crimson with reflections. To the east St Paul's was bathed in a golden light.
In the midst of all this glory my eye was caught by these benches, pink pavements, reflections and raindrops, another celebration of the sacred in the ordinary, of the discovery of beauty everywhere.