After paying the bartender for a gin and tonic and a dish of sausages and potatoes (called bangers and mash) I read the Daily Mail while waiting for the food.
On the way to the pub I had bought a picture postcard and an international stamp at a convenience store. Whenever I travel I send a postcard home as a memento. Months or years later I can look at the card and message to remember something about the trip.
For me, London is nicer than New York. One difference between the cities is the better Underground trains versus the grungier New York Subway. For picture-takers, London offers a good supply of subjects. New York is not as photogenic, beyond the skyscrapers and bridges.
People do things in London they might not do in other cities. For example some buy small boats on which to live along the banks of London canals. Others rent these boats as though they were apartments or flats.
For an unusual experience, you can take a guided tour of Deptford Creek at low tide to see interesting things.
Someone else decorated a several-hundred years old home (the Dennis Servers House) to look like it did in the eighteenth century. You step through the rooms and imagine it’s still 1775 because household things, like a half eaten slice of bread, make it look like the family has just gone out.
Many people visit the thousand-year-old Tower of London or the two-thousand-year-old Roman Wall. And while other big cities may have one or two main train terminals, London has fourteen, each with a different design.
On my trip around the world, I planned (very loosely) four days in London and then four days in Paris on my way to Frankfurt… etc., on Pakistan International Airlines… A 747. Trouble with the plane delayed our flight from 4 pm to 5 am. The sun came up on the flight (December 21--my birthday) shortly after takeoff and was going down while we circled Heathrow. I was on the phone a London friend connection, when it was announced that our plane was leaving with our luggage in 10 minutes. My friend and I jumped on board because we didn't want our luggage in Paris without us.
Arriving in Paris, we were on our landing and the lights of the runway were flying past my window when the pilot accelerated and announced that we were going to Frankfurt. We arrived in Frankfurt about 10 pm, so I haven't figured exactly our time on the two flights. Someone on the flight with us told us not to pay for an expensive cab and we took the cheaper train to the downtown station and a cheap hotel across the street without heat. After we warmed up under down comforters, about 3 am, I got some sleep.
Ron