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1999 Austria / London / Munich: Coptic Street
I completely fail to understand why anyone would want to stay in a large hotel when small bed-and-breakfasts, pensions, and other cozy places are to be had for a fraction of the cost. When we visit London we always stay at a tiny French brasserie on Coptic Street, within rock-throwing distance of the British Museum. (Although one wonders why they call it the British Museum, as there's damn near nothing from the British Isles to be seen in the displays. It feels more like a plundering hall of fame. I mean more so than other museums.) Coptic Street is a small street, one which the cabbies seem to always miss. But it's a grand location: between the museum to the north and the theater district and shopping areas just to the south, Covent Gardens nearby, and the Underground three minutes away. This is the view from our room, looking south:
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