I’m just back from London. Like such other great cities as New York, Sydney and Paris, London always gives me a buzz. From the food and fashion to the music, mayhem and multicultural mix, there’s just so much there to absorb and be inspired by – this city keeps me energized and enthralled all day, every day. And what’s not to love about the pub culture and its endlessly descriptive and evocative pub names: Hog and Pound, Shakespeare’s Head, the Spread Eagle, Dog and Duck and the Coal Hole. This town has a sense of humor. And it’s also managed to keep so much of its historic charm – cobbled streets and old gabled buildings abound. (Stockholm razed so much of its inner city charm in the 1970s, unfortunately.) As an English lit major, I always fantasized that I would live in London someday. But given the crazily high cost of living there, I think I need to become very rich first.