In the 70s german friends visited us for a week. They had been going through some difficulties and the husband had had an affair, much to his wifes distress. We took them around the sights and waited for a nice day to take them to london. We got up there, wandered round randomly and decided on the off chance to go into westminster abbey. As we walked round the abbey my friend was in tears. The girlfriend, also german, was in the abbey too.
Good Morning Tuesday 23rd April St Georges Day
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic