My hotel in London was located in Bayswater, a street or two over from Queensway St. The trouble was, Queensway is busy, busy, busy, and the sidewalks were always crowded. After the first day, I started turning off onto Moscow Road to get back to the hotel.
There was something wonderful about that street. The way it looked in the evening light, how relaxed it felt compared to the busier streets. And then there was the name itself- Moscow Road. It sounds like it should be the name of a bestselling thriller or spy movie.