The meat of today’s 6.21-mile walk was, undoubtedly, the Barbican. I vacillated between hating it and borderline enjoying it throughout the course of the day. If there’s nothing else you can say about it, it’s that it is different from anything else in London, maybe even anywhere.
Before we get to the main course, though, let’s start with some appetisers. Here are a few things in the area that aren’t the Barbican.
THE SHARPEST KNIVES
Did you know barbers used to also be surgeons? I did not. Apparently, in the middle ages, physicians handled the medical stuff and barbers were tasked with surgeries. “Get the guy with the sharpest knives”, is the most reasonable explanation I’ve heard so far. It makes sense to me that the guy with the blade to your throat should know how to fix things if he happens to sneeze while shaving you. Continue reading
Congestion Zone 