Covent Garden

I cricked my neck and since I needed to be in playing condition again pretty quickly I sought help in London's Covent Garden, at Neal's Yard. Whilst lying on the table having deep tissue massage, I was struck by how little has actually changed in this area since the days when Handel knew it. The building I was in dated back to the 18th century, and the sounds of people chatting and drinking coffee in the courtyard below, enjoying the sunshine, were timeless. Sure, the shops are selling different things, but only modern updates if you think about it. At times like this it's easy to feel very connected with Handel's London, whilst enjoying the more modern concepts of decent plumbing and hygiene!