Somewhere I remember reading that the best place to eat in a city is where all the cabbies get their meals. I stumbled on this Italian take out or eat in place deep amongst the tall buildings above St. Paul’s while following a map of gardens in the central city.
The menu was reasonable and the aroma of garlic sucked me in. Without thinking, I ordered up the linguine with roasted vegetables for £5,50 and wandered off to the benches around St. Paul’s, settled on a bench and took my first bite, which was loaded with slices of bright red chiles, duh. Will I never learn?
Near me on another bench sat a husky bald man who was conversing with a squirrel–in squirrel language, and laughing at the response.
Over by the fountain, the garden has conical trees made from balcon geraniums, and a long border of soft pink geraniums interpolated with various othe sheds of pink.
My favorite so far is Postman’s Square, a narrow, shady garden made from ground that was ancient cemeteries. There i found the Watts Memorial to heroes who gave their lives in saving others. It dates from the 1800’s and is very unique, and moving.