A few weeks ago I hopped the pond for a week spent in a city that loves its pedestrians so much, it paints these little love letters to their safety all over town.
And it loves its rain so much, it created an entire room to experience it inside.
The rain actually wasn’t that bad. It was nothing that a little pourable sunshine couldn’t fix.
Or a pint. Or 10.
I spent a fantastic day hopping around London with friends, checking out the art and architecture.
And of course, the food. We visited Borough Market, where they use pheasants for holiday decorations.
And where the cheese was as big as stumps of birch.
And the oysters… there are actually no words for these oysters.
I had gelato on a roll.
And mozzarella on a cone.
Later, I got to share a few of my utterly American traditions with a British audience.
Of course, they reciprocated with a fair cultural exchange. The new season of Downton Abbey on TV!
Yes, London is made for walking.
And when I got tired, there was the Tube, the glorious Tube, where even the discarded hats seemed to matched the decor.
And speaking of Tube decor, I was most excited to wear my London Underground dress in London.
As you can see, my love for London was so strong, it was contagious.
More photos here; photo from Wired 2012 by Nate Lanxon