So. I made it. Of course I faced all the stereotypes of international flight…waiting in the wrong lines, crying children, confused but nice people in the way, confused but NOT so nice people in the way…etc. But all of that became ancient history in the last 30 minutes of our flight. From above, small English towns at night look a bit like spider webs, if you covered them in drops of water and held them under street lamps. And then, instead of going straight to Heathrow, the plane circled over central London, right when it was all lit up. I’m half convinced the pilot wanted to show it off. Or maybe he just wanted to see what it looked like; his accent WAS distinctly American. I couldn’t have hoped for a better introduction to this city.
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