After Spain, I spent a couple days crashing with a friend in the City That Sleeps Too Much. Getting to her place from Heathrow was a breeze: the bus goes from right in front of the terminal to near her house! So, we went out for some fantastic Indian food, went pubbing, the next day had a Mass Transit Experience (in which the system got us where we wanted to go, just a few hours late), ate a full English Breakfast
(my first...I'm duly impressed), and then went shopping and later more pubbing. I've now drunk both at the World's End and Halfway House (which I highly recommend: very cheap!!). Bought a vintage blazer because it was there.
Not the most traditionally 'cultural' visit, but a blast. Of course, the entire time I had images from The Satanic Verses
running through my head. Which, along with associations to a certain other novel
, made our trip to Knightsbridge