Saturday I hiked up to West Hampstead and over into Hampstead proper to meet G when she got out of work.  I walked through some pretty damned exclusive places.  What I like about London is the "social" mix of almost every neighborhood.  There are public housing buildings next door to multi-million dollar homes across the street from middle class "attached" houses.  On G's street alone there are privately owned, rather shabby townhouses, (one in which my daughter and 2 roommates live), across from a long row of very nice Victorian homes that grow progressively bigger and more expensive the farther west you go.  Across from those are two high-rise apartment blocks for low income folks.  These public housing buildings are recognizable by their green signage with the name of the complex, which might be "something" house or mansion, terrace or court.  Some fancy name of that sort.  I discovered St. John-at-Hampstead, one of the oldest churches in London, they think first establish around the year 1000, rebuilt in the early 1700s.  The churchyard and cemetery are overgrown with trees and ferns, the paths all perilous with roots.  All sorts of famous people are buried there.  None of whom I have ever heard...

A path thru the churchyard

St. John's

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