In London, England.
A streetsign posted on a wrought-iron fence in London, site of my first trip across the Atlantic.
I never really had London on my list of places to visit. I just thought it would be old, dusty, and stodgy. It actually was all of that, but only in small doses.
I really loved it there. Walking down the street amid 12th century edifices makes an American rethink that “old” doesn’t mean something made in the ’80s.
Little did I know at that point, I was on the verge of visiting more places even older.
Anyway, the streetsign thing was pretty cool, pretty English.