London

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please mind the gap

We stepped off the train into a quiet King's Cross station Wednesday night, and made our way on the underground to our hotel. Every underground you get off, you hear the same caution: Please mind the gap between the train and the platform. We woke up to London weather. Drizzle. Fine drizzle. Fat drops. Wet air. Hazy sky. and, then, finally the clear of the evening. Walker bought an umbrella under guise of keeping the camera dry. Umbrellas are his small luxury. Being back here is delightful,…

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and the train keeps a-rollin'

I'm not going to pretend I didn't get antsy on the train yesterday, my legs yelling at me to stretch them out, and my belly wishing for some real sustenance. But, Walker and I have solidly concluded: trains are the best form of transportation known to man. You step on and step off feeling human. More than likely, you'll get gorgeous sunsets, the light illuminating both the green of the fields and the streaks of the sky. We rolled through neon yellow fields, along the rocky cliffs of northern…