“Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
― Samuel Johnson

It has been a few years since we visited London. A little over twelve, in fact. Not quite a baker's dozen. To date, it's our sole trip, though had plans not gone a little awry earlier this year we would be winging our way to Londontown this August for a few days of revelry with friends and favored -- should that be favoured? -- haunts.
Oddly enough, in the last dozen years we have acquired several friends in the area who were, as much as we, disappointed that plans got changed. But they are what they are and Vancouver, our replacement destination, is hardly a slacker when it comes to good times.


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"First star to the right, straight on 'til morning" |
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The eye of The Eye |

These are 21st century settings, but if you can, try to see John Steed and Ms Emma Peel emerging from his apartment on an overcast and slightly gloomy day.
If you squint your eyes and concentrate, you might be able to do it.
Cheers.
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London Calling |
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