London really seemed to be mostly full of French, but that was exactly what I spent Saturday doing – walking around with my mouth open. I still felt like a country mouse, but in a good way – country mice are supposed to go for long walks and look at things, and that suits me fine.
What I have learnt about London:
To get from where I was staying to where I had dinner on Saturday night, I walked along Byng Place and Keppel Street. Otherwise I seem to have been accidentally running around after Nelson, and getting annoyed with this sign