Culture
A Wonderfully British Vintage Guide to London
Taxis, one entry says, are “purring smoothies smelling of leather and metal polish.”
When I moved to London in the winter of 2014, I didn’t know many people—just my new coworkers, old acquaintances I’d fallen out of touch with, and some friends of friends. Weekdays weren’t so bad, because I was working. But weekends were tough. I walked around the city listening to the Magnetic Fields—in and out of the museums, around monuments, and along the rivers and channels. These were disorganized, dreamy excursions, and perhaps even a little sad.
If only I’d had the new, re-issued copy of London A-Z at hand then, my explorations may have had more levity and direction.