Let me start with a great quote about London.
London does not reveal itself with one shower of dazzle as Paris does; she is an old cat, secretive and independent, and although she enjoys purring pleasantly, being stroked once in a while, and, when she has the mind to, rubbing her back against your leg, she doesn’t care that much to wag her tail and sit up prettily, like the excited poodle cities. Her pace is slow, and so must yours be (and that of a travel writer); she will not be rushed into showing her hiding places.
I was just in London earlier this week. I was gone for exactly 7 days, 2 of which were spent on a transatlantic flight. A friend was celebrating his 25th wedding anniversary with a silver ceilidh, a Scottish dancing party. Everyone asks if I took pictures of the ceilidh. No, I was too busy dancing. Anyway, photos don’t really capture the essence of what a ceilidh is the way Youtube can. Here’s a snippet some someone else’s ceilidh — a dance I have done called “Strip the Willow.” Sounds a bit like “Go out back and find me a switch” but it’s really quite pleasant.
Back to London itself. I’ve been to London six times in the past ten years. That’s a lot of mileage. I’ll post some stories from my trip in five acts.