by hayward68
Well, my fondest memory won't help you with your travels but might explain why I love this city so much.One of my earliest memories is from when I was 3 years old. I was staying with my Nanny and Grandad, my Mum's mum and stepfather, in London for several weeks before my family moved to Canada. Everyone else was with my Dad's father in Norfolk. I decided one day to have a tea party, and I can still recall the big box of toys that held the tea set. My Grandad sat and had this little tea party with me, I can remember giving him the tea cup and his pretending to drink it. What a lovely man he was.
So when I think of London, I have these wonderful memories to go with it. Memories of much loved relatives who, unfortunately, are no longer with us.