A few months ago, what seems like ages, I went to Europe to visit my sister. Prior to meeting up with her in London, I had a day to kill and decided to take a jaunt around St. Paul’s Cathedral on my way to the Tate Modern. In the 10 years I have been going to London, there has nary been a side of St. Paul’s that was not surrounded by scaffolding and construction. “I’ll be fine,” I thought. “I know my way around by now.” Cue the uprooted directional signs, downpour and gusty winds.
Then I quickly got lost. And hungry.