Playing Monopoly in London

Cold, wet, miserable. London felt much like a slap in the face on a winter’s morning. Given it’s rich history, dense population,  and iconic land marks, London has always held some intrigue for me. When I thought of London I imagined a world from a Dickens novel, or West End theatre shows, or parades for the Queen. I thought of high-end tea houses and old pubs on every corner; the latter of those certainly holds true. Mostly what I found however was a dreary, cold, soulless city; filled with dreary, cold, miserable people. And corner pubs.


Every corner.

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