anecdotes of london: intro

the following couple of posts are going to (hopefully) be a series of encounters i have had during my trip in the capital of what used to be the city. the city of the empire, that controled more than a third of the landmass of the globe- of which they collected raided and stole (so to speak) everything and even more pretty valuable and of historical cultural and artistic importance.
I got out of the tube station and I knew: i was going to fall in love with city. it does not have the simple elegance of berlin or paris, nor the stuffy and warm culture cluster of rome. london is different, london is red. If you are anywhere in the london downtown area, especially in bloomsbury where i was most of the time, you feel the atmosphere streets have if they ahve been trodden out not only by the ruler of an architect and a few hundreds of cars, but of millions and millions of people and hundreds of generations of them that conrtibuted to make london what it is: a long story short, london has atmosphere.
It is impossible to write everythign in here that i did and saw even though i love to, but i fear id still be typing tomorrow then, so i hope i can sum it up in the little details touching me most.