"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life”

I recently made a visit to London for work.  Despite being a country girl at heart, I empathise with Samuel Johnson’s observation that “when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life”.  How could anyone be anything other than enchanted by a city where Pelicans roam freely in one of the Royal Parks or where costumed Civil War re-enactors march and ride through the streets to commemorate the executions of both Charles I and the Puritan regicides some 350 years later? Shopping opportunities leave me cold, but historically and culturally, there is no where else like it