London by Night

Could not resist a bit of Frank Sinatra, not only because I agree that London is best enjoyed ‘by night’ but that it made for a great, albeit corny, soundtrack to drive into London by:

A year between the Seine and the Thames

So, the past few months have been a bureaucratic roller coaster ride: waiting in long queues to submit forms, returning to submit missing papers from dossiers, holding the line for the next available operator, clicking next on online application websites, paying fees for everything imaginable under the sun. I am not completely out of the…