Up top (mind the stairs)

I am trying to figure how to tell you this. It’s not tragedy.  It is not comedy.  I can write about either of those things without surrendering my dignity.   I want to write about London’s magic, and how it may be found from the top-decker seats of a...

Alone in the field

Experiencing a country is different depending on whether you’re on your own or with someone.  The more people with you the thicker the glass between you and the view.  On the other hand, it’s just simply more fun to enjoy one another’s company, so...

Mushroomed in the Portobello market

We are starting to get the hang of touring around London.  Jonathan stretches his back and I do my exercises for my hip and we chuck back ibuprofen and put on our coats.  Today we took the tube to Notting Hill Gate and went to Portobello Market where everything from...

Old Irons’ guide

I was too hard on the Tower of London yesterday.  I forgot to mention those shivery moments when one comes face to face with the history of the English-speaking peoples. Fortunately we went to Westminster Abbey today, so I’ve got another chance.  Again...

The damned, not bloody, Tower

Something has happened to the Tower of London since I last paid a visit.  Enterprising workmen have taken over.  Half the masonry seems to be undergoing excavation and the clearing where Anne Boleyn lost her head is flanked by tiny lorries and a statue of a glass...
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