in london at least...or so it seems.
so, this london:
old. lots of statues of men on horses. lots of old things.
lots of people with poor teeth, bad skin and a great taste in hats. not that good looking, but , man, those hats!
did i mention old?
turns out i'm a new world kinda gal. nice place to visit, this england, but i really wouldn't want to live here. not least because i would get killed what with the wrong side of the road thingie. did you have any idea how entrenched the right-left-right thing is? each time i force myself to look in the "correct" direction, i feel my well-trained reptilian brain cringe with fear, and i sense a giant truck filled with frozen mcdonald's french fries bearing down on me.
so no. no england. i'll take canada. i'm coming home.