British Summer Time
I confess I’m rather chauvinistic about New York. The city’s been my home pretty much all my life and I love the hustle and bustle, the theater, the 24/7 vibe, the people-watching, and I don’t even mind the noise and the traffic.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to travel and I always find other cities and countries wonderful to visit, but I never could imagine actually LIVING anywhere else . . . until we spent a year in London. (See Valentine’s Day in Foggytown, Laundry Day in London and Kinky Boots)
London I found had New York beat – lots of the good shows even open on the West End before they get to Broadway, and the bad rap on British food is undeserved. The architecture and the parks and squares are beautiful, and the taxi drivers never get lost. And for this city lover, London is the most wonderfully cosmopolitan town.
But the wet and dreary weather is bloody awful, I carried my brolly and my sweater everywhere, and it got dark so damn early! But thank goodness for British Summer Time, when like DST in the States, we’d fall back and spring ahead, and supposedly grab at least one more hour of sunlight.
So I think I have to edit Samuel Johnson.
“When a man is tired of London – crummy weather aside – he is tired of life.”
– Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!