Uncommon London

Ph. Eva K Salvi For the first time in forever — since I stopped considering myself mere passer by, and decided London was to be called home for the forceable — I've been OK with the swarms of tourists jostling around my hometown. Which is convenient, given that it's that time of year again: not only am I jetting off to explore another European gem every weekend (making me one of them, to someone far more busy and important than me, I'm sure!), but the city is also welcoming visitors by the crowdful, as the summer kicks in. You might think this affable, far less irritable, version of myself is simply a case of not wanting to call the kettle black. As much...