Millennium Airport

About

For the late-night commuter, the minicab is a sanctuary. After an evening spent wrestling with the erratic nature of East London transit, the sight of that familiar license plate turning into the street feels like a small victory. It is the quiet relief of a door closing against the London rain, the soft glow of streetlights sliding past the window, and the anonymity of being ferried through the dark, familiar grid of the borough.