Positively saturated with good-looking men. Not even in Mexico are the men so fine as they are in Old Blighty. And the British accent is divine. Slightly different in every voice.
People are quite friendly and kind. They seem genuinely happy.
I swear I saw Daniel Craig buying a coffee in a small coffee shop near Harrod's. I swear it. He had the bluest eyes I've ever seen and he looked right at me. Alan was in the loo, and by the time he came out he was gone, so I have no one to confirm my lucky encounter. But I will remember the moment for the rest of my life.
Everyone in London wears a scarf. I noticed this is true in New York too, but not as much as in London. So I bought myself a lovely red chenille scarf and gloves; then I fit right in.
No sales tax when you buy things. If it says 15 pounds, that's how much they ask you for, not 17.87 with tax. Sort of strange.
British children speak with British accents too. Every time I heard the sweet angelic little voices around me, I turned expecting to see Peter Pan or Mary Poppins standing nearby. "Petah! Please, let's fly away to Nevah-Nevah land now, shall we?"
Some people drive these teeny-tiny little cars. Like something I would consider buying as a toy for my son. Like something there's no way you could fit an adult inside of, but they do somehow. Really bizarre.
London is both old and new at the same time. Thoroughly soaked in ancient history, yet completely modern and hip.
I believe they drew the streets of London by putting a drunken Irishman on a wild horse and letting him drag a stick behind. The streets go every which way, in loops and curls and wild staggering lurches in random directions. It was quite an advenure for a Yankee like me, trekking around on foot alone the first day. I thought I would cry with joy when I finally found my hotel.
That Becker quote, "whenever I go to London, I am home," feels so true to me. I found another home there.
People are quite friendly and kind. They seem genuinely happy.
I swear I saw Daniel Craig buying a coffee in a small coffee shop near Harrod's. I swear it. He had the bluest eyes I've ever seen and he looked right at me. Alan was in the loo, and by the time he came out he was gone, so I have no one to confirm my lucky encounter. But I will remember the moment for the rest of my life.
Everyone in London wears a scarf. I noticed this is true in New York too, but not as much as in London. So I bought myself a lovely red chenille scarf and gloves; then I fit right in.
No sales tax when you buy things. If it says 15 pounds, that's how much they ask you for, not 17.87 with tax. Sort of strange.
British children speak with British accents too. Every time I heard the sweet angelic little voices around me, I turned expecting to see Peter Pan or Mary Poppins standing nearby. "Petah! Please, let's fly away to Nevah-Nevah land now, shall we?"
Some people drive these teeny-tiny little cars. Like something I would consider buying as a toy for my son. Like something there's no way you could fit an adult inside of, but they do somehow. Really bizarre.
London is both old and new at the same time. Thoroughly soaked in ancient history, yet completely modern and hip.
I believe they drew the streets of London by putting a drunken Irishman on a wild horse and letting him drag a stick behind. The streets go every which way, in loops and curls and wild staggering lurches in random directions. It was quite an advenure for a Yankee like me, trekking around on foot alone the first day. I thought I would cry with joy when I finally found my hotel.
That Becker quote, "whenever I go to London, I am home," feels so true to me. I found another home there.
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