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London for Two

Being in London to me is living the fantasy of my child hood To get a bite of the western world, to savor the quintessential English accent, to experience the much glamorized tea-time, to mingle with the citizens of her majesty, to brush shoulders with the indifferent tube commuters as they scrounge through their tabloid choices for the day, to step inside those red rectangular public telephone booths and to watch the double-deckers pass by.. In spite of the overwhelming influence of the American culture on the rest of the world, British are always the real “English” to me. This was not my first visit to London. But to travel with my family, it was a different type of challenge – specially with a 2 and a ½ year old! – One to cherish.

We hopped across the Atlantic ocean for four days, this past thanksgiving weekend. Even though it felt like that the trip was cracking and was over at a breakneck pace, sitting back and swirling over the memories of those 4 days, it was a very relaxed trip, granting that every step of our way was “touristy”. Persistence, they say helps and I am hoping I will get around completing a travelogue sometime soon.

If not for anything, the trip was memorable for the fact we were spending tourist money in a currency that was trading close to 1:2 at that time.