I'm here and I'm glad. London, at least the Earls Court section of town, is everything I expected and more. The architecture, the people, the street life - nothing like this exists in the United States. In the pockets of my trench coat are a Cornish pasty and a Cuban cigar. I've just had some warm and flat local ale, too. May as well live it up. The impressions are flooding in. So is the need for sleep. I'll have more to say soon.