All over the television today with the Olympics. Trafalgar Square. St. Martin in the Fields (Cafe in the Crypt!). The Tower. The London Eye. The Globe. Westminster Abbey. Usually I’d find myself wishing I were there again. But . . . the crowds. The traffic. The Tube. Wishing I were there again . . . after the next 17 days, maybe.
The book: I think of Edward Rutherfurd as the British James Michener (anyone remember him?). And although I liked Michener, being an Anglophile, I prefer Rutherfurd. London is one of those sweeping sagas that starts out with the Celts, then goes from Roman Londinium right up through World War II to the modern age. I think my favorite of Rutherfurd's sagas (Sarum, The Forest, New York, and this one) is The Forest, but this one gets a thumbs up too.