Forget the Tube. Your first move is to walk from Oxford Street to Covent Garden at dusk. The lights are so bright, you’ll feel like you’ve swallowed a snow globe. Yes, it’s crowded, but that’s half the joy—you’re all in this together, dodging tourists and selfie sticks like a weird, jolly flash mob.
Pro tip: wear waterproof shoes.
London in December is like a teenager who says “I’m fine” but is secretly crying. One minute it’s drizzling, the next it’s a full-on downpour that soaks your socks. Your feet will thank you later, and so will the people standing next to you on the train.
