From
the arrival of the Romans 2,000 years ago to the twenty-first-century refugees
seeking a livelihood, London has been a place dominated by visitors and
settlers who were not born there. Those who did not first see the light of day
within sound of “Bow bells”, as the authentic Cockney should do, seem to feel
perfectly at home here-and largely because London is valued above all as a most
“livable” city. London
has grown from many centers like an organic growth. Scratch the surface of any
part and layers of history reveal themselves. London’s strength lies
in its ability to combine the old and the new, adapting traditions rather than
throwing them out.
London’s
most beautiful hill, Hampstead (the clients choice to live and my pleasure to
make the most of a small flat), is London’s worst-kept, high-altitude secret, where
the ghosts of Sigmund Freud, T. S. Eliot and Robert Louis Stevenson mingle with
the living. Yet, we’re all equal when it comes to losing ourselves in the joyfully
directionless expanse of the Heath, a metropolitan mini-wilderness that may be
Europe’s finest city park.
Welcome
to Hampstead, serene, green and lovely.
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