This is the sheerest beauty, and it is a moment that no one should miss. And the public responded. And for about 30 of those years, I returned to Europe each year to trudge the streets, and peer into the windows of low-cost restaurants, and eat the french fries and chicken cutlets that my stingy budget allowed, and take my notes on ten thousand street corners, and constantly urge that Americans approach the continent, and all of travel, in modest fashion, unpretentiously, with humility and with open minds. It was the stellar period of my life, and it was unimaginably exciting to see ordinary Americans attempt the trip, in massive numbers, carrying the guidebook into which I had poured so much of myself. Units on the street have double-door French windows that open onto black wrought iron balconies.
Nice light comes through on sunny mornings.
No, nor would you want it to be. It is an old, extremely modest, and careworn establishment that has seen better days, but it is classically British and somehow appropriate to its workaday London setting.