I walked 37 miles, in one pair of Pumas, over 6 days in London. I figure that’s a mile for every time the words ‘fish & chips” “one pint” or “another croissant, please” fell out of my mouth and food appeared on my plate.
I’ve been to London before. Each time for a stop-over headed elsewhere, ooorr the sort of trip with no room for variance where you find yourself looking up at Big Ben wondering how you’ll ever get a good picture of it and prove you were actually in London and knew it.
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