Something you shouldn’t miss when in London: come dusk, all lights in houses are on, curtains left open, and by walking on the streets in residential areas (may I suggest nice residential areas, or even over the top, hip and shamefully rich) you get a glimpse of every household, a quick sneak into personal spaces. That’s one of the things I missed more when moved out of London. A glimpse of warmth in the middle of my winter evenings, and suddenly walking home in the cold was fun and uplifting. I call it innocent voyerism.