WEEKEND COLUMNISTS Sometimes, when I contemplate an actual holiday that’s looming, I think instead about how I would travel to London like a shot if I lived anywhere else. I would be insane with anticipation, regarding the world’s best city through a tourist’s dark and rosy glasses.
Do you know that Topol is singing the Maurice Chevalier part in Gigi in Regent Park’s open air theatre? That the 18th-century French drawings from Waddesdon manor at the Wallace Collection are almost unbearably beautiful and delicate, and can be viewed for nothing? That the grass in all the parks, after much rain and sun, is so intensely green that you cannot regard it, as a Londoner, without a special pride?
