everywhere i go in this town i find myself on the goddamn Monopoly board. we'd been here five minutes and we found ourselves on The Strand, then Trafalgar Square. today i wound up on Pall Mall by accident, the walked the length of Piccadilly. i've been to Oxford St, Fleet St and Coventry St. i'm spending my days at the moment applying for jobs around the corner for Leicester Square. Whitehall, Park Lane, i've even wound up on Old Kent Road for no particular reason.
it keeps going, too. i've been out the front of St Paul's where the old lady's feeding the birds in Mary Poppins. sooner or later i'm going to wind up at Abbey Rd because... well, why the hell not?
everywhere we've been going we keep seeing these round blue signs saying that some Prime Minister or whomever lived here from xxxx to xxyy. you'll be walking through Hyde Park (of which i know at least 3 back home, none of them cast a shadow on the original) and there'll be a block of marble inscribed with a message saying that this thing happened in this place. walking past some looted egyptian relics we noticed a little sign saying that the scars on the sphynx were from schrapnel from a bomb dropped on the road nearby during the Blitz.
this town is so incredibly steeped in history and if you just walk from some random place A to other location B you'll likely trip over them. this place has a habit of smacking you in the eyes before you even realised you were somewhere Interesting and there is so very much here that's Interesting...
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