It's not the place you know. The bright lights are there, but they're focused, now shining on one or two objects. Your eyes are dragged to them, the places that are lost in the blur of the day.
The Monument hides by day, behind its tube station, and cuddled in among the high rises. It comes out at night, in the actinic glare of spotlights. The buildings around it disappear, and you see it as it would have been seen in those days after the Great Fire: a symbol of hope and a city reborn from the ashes.
From the other side of the river, tweaking my exposure to get just the right shot with a long lens on a London night...