Travel Journal: a London Layover

The aged tube train rambled down the rickety track. Industrial age brick, lined with miles of colorful wire, rushed by the windows. I was riding the London Underground. I finally arrived to my station, made sure to mind the gap, and took the brisk walk to our Airbnb. I passed by a lonely, stately gothic church that looked more like a museum. Turning into a one-way street lined with trees[…]

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