London is just freakin’ cool. Every corner is a statue of some hero who conquered some part of the world and each sight (Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Tower of London) is teeming with so much history and incredible events that the stones themselves ooze an overwhelming importance. London is the city that sips tea and says, “and you don’t know who I am?” in a way that leaves you feeling like an uncultured Neanderthal.
The people are very friendly, despite what our first underground worker told us. They were willing to help and were more than accommodating, but otherwise didn’t stare and left us alone. It was nice to see and hear English, especially when reading signs or asking for directions. The crowds of tourists, however, are extremely obnoxious and are found at each London hotspot no matter the time of day.
Despite how London is advertised, the city is not accessible for independent tourists like myself. The underground is frustrating; there are only lifts in the stations near the tourist destinations, but not in the rest of the city, and we found each lift to be under construction in some way or another. The city streets are as cobblestoned as every other city in Europe and the only true accommodations we found were the main tourist destinations, like the London Eye, are modified for accessibility. It’s my recommendation to use a disability travel service and book a guide to London; we spent too much of our time trying to figure out how to see the sights in my chair and not enough time enjoying the sights in my chair.
To plan our trip, I used the extremely helpful guide “Time Out: Open London”