The streets of London are a bit more stark than an American might expect. The place wasn’t centrally planned, but grew organically, so it’s easy to get lost there if you’re accustomed to grid patterned cities.
Because of the Blitz in WWII, there are modern buildings squeezed in with 500 year old structures. For the thirsty, there’s a pub on every corner. They have a homey, comfortable feel, unlike the typical bar in the states. And they serve their beer warm.
One could mistake the Thames for a lake, if you didn’t know it was a river. Its that lazy. Button up in a warm jacket if you decide to take a ride on the river in one of the ever present tourist cruisers. It can be nippy.
If you’re a Yank, please look to the RIGHT before crossing any street. Don’t ask how I know this.
The famous double decker buses are a hoot to ride. They’re small, cramped, and most have seen better days. Still fun, though.
Forget food, unless you find an ethnic restaurant or McDonald’s. Aside from fish and chips (which no one does better) the Brits subsist on the sort of fare best reserved for your dog. That is, unless, you’re willing to pay through the nose at one of their finer restaurants. Those places are remarkably good.
The money is funny looking, but if you stay a while, you’ll get used to it. Doesn’t go as far as a greenback, though. The five pound note is their smallest denomination of paper money.
Their public transport system is second to none. You can get doorstep to doorstep practically anywhere in the country. Its literally one of the best things they do.
Alrighty. I’ve got tons more memories, but it’s a pain typing on my tablet.
“Forget food, unless you find an ethnic restaurant or McDonald’s. Aside from fish and chips (which no one does better) the Brits subsist on the sort of fare best reserved for your dog. That is, unless, you’re willing to pay through the nose at one of their finer restaurants. Those places are remarkably good.”
Mr. Hamilton: Would you make me a Waldorf Salad?
Basil Fawlty: [having never heard of it] I beg your pardon?
Mr. Hamilton: Get me a Waldorf Salad.
Basil Fawlty: Well, I think we just ran out of Waldorfs!
WF, thanks! Those were all great observations. The bit about looking to the right before crossing the street is a gem. Just the sort of thing I’m looking for.
And yes, I knew London’s streets were a bit of a maze, and I’d already factored that into my character’s journey from Heathrow to a youth hostel.
Again, all useful. Thanks. And yes, typing on a real keyboard will always be better than touching a screen. JMHO.
Ya but, the funny thing about that, which nobody tells you, is that once you are halfway across that street you must then look to the LEFT!