Who wouldn’t know about London?
As early as childhood, we’ve been singing about a bridge that’s always falling down.
Now here I am, walking its streets for real, with my own fair lady.
Dialing inside the red phone booths near Westminster Abbey.
Recreating the iconic Abbey Road crossing like the Beatles (annoying a few motorists in the process).
Channeling our inner Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts at Notting Hill.
Suited up, Kingsman-style, along Savile Row.
Shopping through the West End and Harrods.
Enjoying high tea at Savoy.
Pushing the trolley at Platform 9¾ in King’s Cross and walking Oxford’s cobbled paths like a true Hogwarts hopeful.
My wife paying curtsy to the royal guards at Buckingham Palace.
And finally, standing at the center of the world in Greenwich, home of the Prime Meridian.
Alas, the boy who once pasted Big Ben postcards on his bedroom wall is finally here.
Sounds exciting? Very!
If I can do it, you can too.
Can it be later? No. Now!
While you’re in your mid 20s, your prime.
While your knees can still handle the long walks.
Before the wrinkles and white hair start to show in the photos.
While that boots and trench coat still fashionably fit.
Before dear kids enter the frame.
Before the bills and 30s' responsibilities turn into your next excuses.