Oxford Street, London.
Just as the multicolored fabric of 14th-16th century England, London is an amazing mixture of cultures and ethnicities.
French, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Polish, German, Hebrew, Italian and multitudes of other words, origins of which I don't recognize, breeze by as I am walking the streets... I love the weight of the British coins, they are dense and solid reminding me that English tradition and history are just as substantial. A friend of mine said: "London is a European New York", and it certainly looks that way. It is big, wide spread, fast paced and current. Yet, side streets are paved with cobble stones, outdoor neighborhood markets abound, quaint gourmet cheese stores and olive oil samples are there to visit and enjoy. Internet Cafes with Wifi access to which I am so accustomed living in San Francisco and practically can't do without, are inexistent except...Starbucks. These days, I find it to be one unintended yet positive effect the US capitalistic economy hungry for profit and expansion has on the rest of the world. It seems people here don't carry their work around, they come in to the coffee shops with friends and family to socialize. As much as in San Francisco, every coffee shop is populated by single individuals immersed in their books or portable computers, only occasionally glancing up and making conversation, in London, the majority is really out here to interact.