Roman Roads

What I love most about England, and Europe as a whole, is how effortlessly it blends the new with the old. Nothing depresses me more than the modern-day, mall-sized sprawl, where they paved paradise to put up a parking lot, and nothing lifts me more than to walk down a cobbled street or quiet country road in the middle of nowhere with dry stone fences to keep in the sheep or stroll through the ruins of some forgotten castle. The Romans left us their roads. And the way we’re heading, our legacy will be our plastic. I’ll take the roads any day, even if they are bumpy and uneven.