Who's up for an oxymoron?
Be in the know when you've got to go
Boots and tats.
Parks, stations and a brewery.
People died for your right to BBQ.
Surprising stats.
Treat your eyes to this greenery.
And the smallest hotel room.
Frolic through lavender fields.
Feel like a local.
Including a couple of 'Ye Olde's...
Rust and cranes galore.
Including THAT Savoy myth.
Feast your eyes.
Woven into the fabric of the city.
It's got a breed of chicken named after it.
Sandwiching south of the river.
Gaze your day away.
Ooooh! Aaaaah!
No fear of tiny congregations here.
Enormo-dromes to cosy pubs.
No need to pay for a tour.
Eyes up.
Tell us what you think.
Londonist
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