Now, let’s discuss Zone 2 and beyond. Everybody says, “Stay in Zones 1–2 for convenience.” But have you met Zone 6? You can get a mansion for the price of a shoebox in Kensington, but you will also spend three hours on the Tube every day. Imagine commuting to work in a tin can filled with people who look like they’ve just smelled a rotten egg for two hours.
One area to avoid at all costs is any street that smells like burnt dumplings and wet dog near a tube station. That’s not a cultural experience; that’s a crying session waiting to happen. Stick to Zone 1. Your sanity—and your nose—will thank you.
