Paid subscriptions help me keep doing this work. Thank you for subscribing! This is my umpteenth trip to London since my first, over 40 years ago. My sister has lived here that long and I spent a memorable, coming-of-age summer in my twenties. However, this trip is different from any other. To begin with, traveling here meant calling up my courage to board a flight while the pandemic grew on both sides of the pond. By the time I arrived, the virus was raging in the UK and infection rates were on a steep upward path—the second wave of coronavirus had reached a “critical stage”.
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