October 20, 2015

The Past is Present.

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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