Like Yogagran I lived and worked in London in the mid-sixties - I met and married DH there. It thought it had a better "feel" then. I remember my father taking me there in the fifties on a day trip from "oop North". He had a rather awed attitude to the capital city and its institutions, and I suppose some of it still sat with me when I first moved there. I used to work shifts at the MOD, and spent endless afternoons after work, walking around getting to know as much of the place as I could. There were lots of quirky little 'off-the-beaten track' restaurants with live music, shops and galleries. One of my favourite places was Covent Garden early in the morning, when it was still a bustling market and costermongers still carried baskets on their heads! We courted on Hampstead Heath, drank at the Old Bull and Bush and the Spaniard Inn, haunted a wonderful Chinese restaurant in Golders Green, and walked along the river at Richmond! When we returned to live and work there in the seventies, we couldn't find many of the places we knew. It's in the nature of large cities, of course, that this will happen. (We lived in Singapore in the late sixties and when we went back forty years later, it had changed so completely, we couldn't find the house we lived in or the place DH worked, but it now a fabulous modern city and not a colonial hangover). We don't go to London very often these days, but the last time we were there, we were stunned by Tate Modern, and the new Globe Theatre. I'm looking forward to taking our grandson when he's a bit older and can appreciate his heritage!