Picking the right Tube stop is like choosing the right key. One key opens the door. The wrong one makes you jiggle the lock.
It’s a tiny, pointless victory. But it feels good. You’re a local now. You know the secret path.
Plus, you get to tell your friends: “Oh, I just take the Piccadilly to South Ken.” Sounds smart. Sounds mysterious. And it’s true.
So hop on. Ride the District line. Let the train rumble under the city. When you see the blue signs for “Natural History Museum,” you’re home.
And don’t forget to wave at the giant wasp sculpture on the wall. He’s watching. He’s judging. But he’s part of the fun.
