| What
is there, really, to say about London that
hasn't already been said? This "ancient,
jammed knot," stuffed to the brim with
museums, historical landmarks, cars, lorries,
doubledecker buses, and bowlerhatted cabs?
Still
a worldwide symbol of all things British,
London nonetheless is truly international.
Stroll down any street and (tourists
notwithstanding) your ears will be greeted
with a polyglot sampling. Or take
a ride on the Underground ("Mind the
Gap!"), mashed together with a hundred
different nationalities.
London is, I think,
best left to personal experience. I
could stroll you past the Crown Jewels in
the Tower, let you hear the ravens croak
in the yard, or sweep you along the treelined
boulevard toward Buckingham Palace. But
they're all just words. What few sights
I select would reflect only the merest sliver
of this grand landscape.
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Santa In London
Santa doesn't spend
much time in London. We're exposed
to the town just long enough to be overwhelmed
by frantic drivers whipping about and somehow
all managing to miss each other by inches.
The hotel where Santa
and Roxy stay is based upon a charmingly
frumpy place I called home during a brief
stay in England some years ago. While
the hotel restaurant did try to modernize
its decor by creating thoroughly '70s atmosphere
(I kept looking for lava lamps), my room
had the cozy feel of a seen-it-all before
lodging. I'll refrain from naming
the place, in case "frumpy" is
a word the establishment preferred not to
be in the description.
As you might expect,
there are more links to sites describing
London-area attractions than there are for,
say, Posen. But then, London's been around
a bit longer than Posen has.
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London's
Tower Bridge at Night |
