London

Ah, London. Ah, England.
I think that if money were no issue, I would live here. Some people remember faces, some are great with names or dates. I remember stories. And history is just a great book of amazing stories. London is drowning in history, dripping in stories. Stories from last night, stories from a thousand years ago. Stories of ladies fair and knights bold. Stories of invention and cleverness. Stories of religion and politics, war and sex. And of course, London is at the heart of the greatest story teller of them all. I think if I did live in England, it would not be close to the city, it would be on the outside, the country with it’s rolling green hills and its charming villages, and an easy train to the city when I miss the noise.