Off the main roads, in Connaught Village, London finally exhales. A woman cycles home with carrots in her grocery bag and flowers spilling from her basket, sunglasses on, in no particular hurry. With a line of uniformed schoolchildren crossing behind her, hands linked two by two, this scene captures what pocket neighborhoods do best — make an ordinary good day feel like a small parade. Pigeons watch from the chimneys, a man pauses at his window, and Connaught carries on at its own quiet pace.