I had a great time, although there were a few things I
missed. I spent three nights in London, at a hotel near
Piccadilly Circus, called the Regent
Hotel. I visited the Victoria & Albert Museum, the
Tate Gallery, Harrod's, and the Tower Bridge museum. The red
tower isn't a church , but St.
Pancras train station .
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Then I took the train to York, a great city. Walking
through narrow cobblestoned
streets, with the arms of the cathedral poking above the
rooftops, you're perpetually aware of York's centuries of
history.
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After York, I visited Edinburgh. And learned how to say
it: ed-in-bruh. Even though it didn't make the great first
impression on me that York did (Edinburgh is grey, grey,
grey) I was won over by some of the
greatest views I've ever seen.
Edinburgh Castle sits on a huge hill in the middle of town,
and from it you can see, well, everything.
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After Edinburgh, I traveled down to Chester, similar to
York in its historical bounty and cozy atmosphere. Chester
makes a note of telling you this is he
most photographed clock in the world
after Big Ben.....of course, Big Ben is a bell.
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I wanted to see a steeplechase (10
years of reading Dick Francis books having made an
impression) so I headed back to London to catch a train to
Leciester, where they were holding a race, or 'meet'. Spent
my last few evenings in London just walking around, enjoying
the people-watching around Covent Garden and Picadilly
Circus.
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