My first time in London, I hated it. I vividly remember my first day there. I walked out of Baker Street Station and was nearly run over by the stampede of people walking the streets with great purpose. Everyone was fixated on getting to their destination and I was in their way. Then I discovered that the Londoner’s greatest pet peeve is the disoriented tourist who stands on the left side of the escalator halting everyone’s rhythm. Add to the fact that I came with a wardrobe better suited for the Mediterranean climate, and there you had it: I was [...]
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