The Beggar on Grosvenor Road

It is odd, after a long journey, to see which memories last the longest.

Photo courtesy of the Financial Times

It’s been an entire year since I spent a summer in London, working as an intern with a financial company in King’s Cross. I fell in love with the city immediately, exploring the cobblestoned streets as often as possible. I went to plays, museums, pubs, concerts, events, parades — even spotting Queen Elizabeth II twice as I made my rounds. I…