Five months in, and despite the occasional mishap, I feel like I finally have the hang of London's beloved Tube. One of the best descriptions I've read comes from Bill Bryson's Notes From a Small Island:
"The best part of Underground travel is that you never actually see the places above you. You have to imagine them. In other cities, station names are drearily mundane: Lexington Avenue, Potsdamer Platz, Third Street South. In London, by contrast, the names nearly always sound sylvan and beckoning: Stamford Brook, Turnham Green, Bromley-by-Bow, Maide Vale, Drayton Park. That isn't a city up there, it's a Jane Austen novel."
(Although, if we're going to be fair, Bryson also points out that: "The problem with losing yourself in these little reveries is that when you surface things are apt to be disappointing. I came up now at Tower Hill, and there wasn't a tower and there wasn't a hill.")
Of course there's a tower. It's just on top of a bridge, that's all. As for the hill, I can't help you there...
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