One of the things I love about living in the Old World is that it’s so easy to step into the past. Especially in rural villages or walled towns, where it often feels as if time has stood still.
It’s harder to find that sensation in the big cities, with their roar of modern traffic and hordes of people, but not impossible thanks to the glorious architecture — and in the case of London, the black cabs. Their archaic appearance can turn a basic tourist snapshot into something quite different, and in fact this became one of my favorite photos from our trip. Ironic, considering we were hurrying past Westminster Abbey on our way to the real attraction: my stepson wanted to see Big Ben. For a kid, that’s a far more iconic emblem of London than some boring old church.