London is the perfect place to feed inquisitiveness. In just a single Thursday last week I learnt:
- Where the best Caffè Nero is, from looking behind where I sat in the branch at Islington Green and seeing shelves full of books for me to read.
- About the future of digital advertising, from an industry expert.
- That I had missed the gun salute for the Queen’s 90th birthday while I was on the bus, from reading the news over lunch in a mouse-infested kitchen.
- Who Thomas Carlyle was, from his house in Chelsea that was turned into a National Trust property.
- How forthcoming Londoners can be, from being asked whether I had any superstitions upon getting off the bus, by the man alighting at the same stop.
- What the destroyed triumphal arch at Palmyra looked like, from a replica that stood in Trafalgar Square.
- How resourceful and friendly Londoners can be, from reading the musings of the Homeless Poet who then came over to introduce himself and shake my hand.
- That I’ve been saying “Plantagenet” wrong all along, from a National Portrait Gallery tour guide.
- Where the best value Japanese restaurant is in London, from the surprisingly small figure on the receipt we received for a meal too bountiful for us to finish.