Stand in Trafalgar Square in the middle of London and gaze south-west at the landmark Admiralty Arch that leads to the Mall. It’s association with Britain’s Queen Victoria is not as obvious as you may think.
If there is one thing that fascinates me about cities, it is the view from the top of a skyscraper. Nothing quite beats the moment of “Good Grief!” that hits you when you see a place from some improbably place up in the sky.
When based in Brussels, one of the joys of life was hopping onto the Eurostar and cruising to London. I often did it for work but I took advantage of it for pleasure too. Hassle-free service, the sense of calm, the lack of problems – A classy way to travel.
It started to drizzle after I finished the coffee I had been nursing for a half-hour whilst waiting for the Shard’s viewing gallery to open up, one cold winter’s morning.
The problem with having a simplistic underground map of the metro system is that you feel all the London landmarks are as close together, or as far apart, as they are on that map. This is what I was cursing as I hunted OlivoCarne.