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These are the places with the lowest crime rates, good property prices and the best schools

Life in the British capital is undoubtedly difficult, especially if one wants to move into a nice neighbourhood. If you have to buy a dwelling in the centre of the city, you will need solid money. It turns out, however, that the best place to live in Britain is not London, but Winchester. This reveals a Sunday Times rating quoted by The Independent.

For people who still prefer the British capital and already collect money for their own home there, the media also publishes a list of the top 10 best places to live. These are:

  1. Fitzrovia
  2. Barnes
  3. Bermondsey
  4. Crystal Palace
  5. Fulham
  6. Greenwich
  7. Hampstead
  8. Islington
  9. Kentish Town
  10. Vauxhall

Sunday Times updates and publishes the ranking every year. It is based on studies by specialists who have taken into account factors such as crime, property prices and school quality – the three most important things for any mature London man.

Hampstead, London: The discreet charm of the bourgeoisie

One of the richest neighbourhoods known for its aristocracy. It is located on a hill and is famous for its many parks, lakes and some of the most expensive dwellings, respectively. The neighbourhood has an atmosphere similar to that of the countryside but is in the immediate vicinity of the finest restaurants.

Quiet beauty as everyday life

The British capital does not cease to surprise us with its intellectual and aesthetic wealth, even when it is hidden behind blue municipal signs, smiling Londoners and waterfalls of flowers. And when we think we know everything about London, it offers us a quiet beauty that is present in the everyday life of the British without screaming and intruding.

It’s impossible to make a complete picture of London’s cosiness: we need the volume of a Dickens novel. That’s why we choose Hampstead, one of London’s favourite green areas.

Hampstead (means a home farm on Saxon …) began its communal “career” as a small village near London. However, the plague in London (1665) and the subsequent great fire (1666) forced the wealthy Londoners to leave the muddy then city centre in favour of a quiet and green village.

Meanwhile, Hampstead goes up and up. A century after its colonization by Londoners, someone Gibbons discovered healing properties of water in a local fountain, and Hampstead became something like a “spa town.” In 1770, people drained the local swamp, and Hampstead became a symbol of good health. Four years later, its streets were lit by oil lamps, and in 1824 the lights went through gas.

When the first railway line (1852) was made, many intellectuals left the dust of central London and came to Hampstead. The painter John Constable is one of the first; Followed by John Galsworthy (1867-1933), whose “The Forsyte Saga” was sweating at the university before a test, and long before John Keats opened his future home here to write in his garden the wonderful poem Ode to a Nightingale…

Here he (1818-1820) falls in love with his beautiful neighbour Fannie Brown, writes his lyrical letters to her, his wonderful eyes, here he knows the sweetness of glory and the bitterness of newspaper criticism. From here, he goes to Rome, a Tuberculosis patient, and dies in Italy only 25 years old. Shelley later rehabilitated him as a master of fine language, but late, the poet left not only England forever …

And so on, the list is long, judging by the memorial tablets of the old houses: George Orwell and David Herbert Lawrence, Katherine Mansfield and Dirk Bogarde, Evelyn Waugh and Yehudi Menuhin, Charles Dickens and Anna Pavlova, Sting and Lord Byron, Elias Canetti and others.

That’s why it’s interesting to look at London from the “blue memorial plaque.” By an old decision of the municipality, such a plaque is placed on every building where a great man or woman with whom the British are proud is lived and created. It is not surprising to note that London is dotted with “blue plaque”, over 700, of great caliber, talent and glory. From Charles Darwin and Karl Marx to Jimi Hendrix and Florence Nightingale, from Isaac Newton and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to George Frideric Handel, Benjamin Britten and Agatha Christie … From Winston Churchill and Arthur Conan Doyle to Michael Faraday and Ian Fleming …

In Hampstead, though not in the central part of London, people with worldwide glory lived and created, and their houses marked with blue plaques shine from the morning serenity. Even the rain does not make them sad …

John Galsworthy and Richard Burton, George Romney and Robert L. Stevenson, David H. Lawrence, Paul Robeson, Sigmund and Anna Freud, poet John Keats and many other legendary men and women have spent some of their lives in this area. Not far from here, in the neighbourhood, they still roam the shadows of John, Paul, George and Ringo around Abby Road, and Keith Richards of Rolling Stones, who at the beginning of his career lived nearby.

One gets shaken by thinking that so much history can fit into a small piece of geography… Geography, as advised by our BBC counterpart Jeremy Parsons, largely defines the history of states.

Maresfield Gardens, Sigmund and Anna Freud

Loved and rejected, respected and persecuted, Sigmund Freud and his daughter Anna continue to live the quiet house not far from the Finchley Road stop on the subway. More precisely their spirits. The father of psychoanalysis and his famous couch, the books and art objects gathered in Egypt and elsewhere are here.

Born in the Czech Republic, he grew up and worked in Vienna, Freud and his family were saved from Nazism when they arrived in Hampstead in 1938, where the feeble doctor died of cancer a year later. His daughter Anna continues his work and becomes one of the greatest authorities in the field of child psychoanalysis. Being a Jew, Freud did not have much chances to avoid Auschwitz if he had stayed in Vienna. Later, when his books are publicly burned in Berlin, he will write to colleagues and friends from his quiet London nest: “What progress do we see today? In the Middle Ages they would have burned me up, now only my books burn … ”

Not far from his home, on the corner between Fitzjohn’s Avenue and Belsize Lane, stands his monument, in front of the hospital in Hampstead where he worked. Nowadays, the experts of the “PR” are of the opinion that, thanks to psychoanalysis and guessing the human desires, modern merchants manage to sell to millions of people all kinds of goods, convincing them that they want it, and that is exactly what they need to be Happy. It may be.

Lyndhurst road, Richard Burton and Cleopatra

In fact, Cleopatra is gone. And Elizabeth Taylor too. Only the memory of the great actor, whose blue eyes sigh half the world’s women, is alive in this house. Hollywood, Hamlet and Antony’s theater genius lived here from 1949 to 1956 before he escaped to Switzerland from high taxes, and after the mad love between him and Elizabeth Taylor slammed the marriage with his first wife, Sybil Williams. If the walls of this brick building with a small garden in front of the house could speak up, they might have told some of Hollywood’s most interesting stories … Broken between the theatre and the cinema between Sybil and Elizabeth Taylor, for whom he married twice between 1964 and 1976, Burton leaves an indelible memory to his neighbours who can not take his eyes off the magnetic man. Later, with sadness, he will remember the years spent in Hampstead, where he began his journey to the world fame …

Byron Villas, David H. Lawrence

The poet, novelist and literary critic who exploded the reading world with Lady Chatterley’s Lover long before Nabokov did so with Lolita (1955) settled in Hampstead in 1915. Katherine Mansfield followed him, their relationship as a “neighbourhood “And highly emotional. He has already written the White Peacock, but the fame and scandal come with “Sons and Lovers” and, of course, Lady Chatterley … And he, like Keats, is dying of tuberculosis, young.

If you continue along the winding streets you will reach Hampstead Heath Park. Huge, 790 acres, proclaimed “eternal and inviolable” by the City Hall in 1871, so that the London Forces of all kinds can not build and overbuild it.

Or you will end up in front of John Galsworthy’s house on Grove Lodge lived here from 1918 until his death in 1933. The house is well maintained, all in white and with a small garden. Not far from it is the cozy Holly Bush Pub, where a fine beer can still be drunk today. And artist George Romney (1734-1802) watches you from his blue plaque of Holly Bush Hill number 5 and tells you to take a discreet look at it.

And for the picture to be full, a hundred yards from Sir Walton’s home, there is the Hampstead Observatory, a pleasant white house with a tower like a cathedral. Located at the top of Holly Hill, it was the place where in 1830 the newly-formed Hampstead police squad watched overnight what intentions the local apaches had. A nice building is still clean and well maintained, despite the crisis and almost nonexistent thefts and looting in the area.

However, about the cleanliness. London, including the subway, is a very clean city, though:

  1. Its 9 million inhabitants,
  2. The lack of garbage bins after the terrorist attacks in the summer of 2005,
  3. The BBC’s inability to organize a one-day action “Let’s clean up England for a day” because the English are obviously doing this 365 days a year. How they do it without trash bins remains a mystery.

7. Mount Vernon, Robert L. Stevenson

Perhaps we will have to stop this story from the iron scraper of Stevenson’s old house (1850-1894), with whom the Scots are so proud. The father of Treasure Island, whose pages we have spent as long as children, has lived here. The house is modest if compared to Galsworthy’s, but the writers are measured by the value of their books and not by the square meters of their houses.

As for the iron scraper in front of the writer’s home, I understood it more as a literary symbol than a utilitarian fit for the autumn-winter season … Robert L. Stevenson may have liked to cleanse himself from the mud of everyday life before taking the pen and lead us into the wonderful world of oceans, seas, pirates, and kindness.

Gradually dark, the swans in the lake retreat to their residences among water lilies, Londoners go home after a busy day of work and a bottle of wine from nearby Tesco, and Stevenson, Keats, Orwell, Dickens, and Hitchcock return In their offices to continue their great work.

The charm of the old bourgeoisie, as hinted by Luis Bunuel, remains discreet.

Once you have an idea of one of the best neighbourhoods to live in London, it remains to explore the property prices in this area, which, as we have said, are not small. If you have the chance to afford a house in Hampstead, you could become part of this magical place with rich history and celebrities, and why not you to be the next star have risen and lived in this famous area.

Author: SYK End of Tenancy Cleaners

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