St. James's Park, London (must see)

Once upon a royal time, a queen casually asked her courtier how much it would cost to kick the public out of St. James’s Park. The courtier, with nerves of steel and a flair for drama, replied, “Only your crown, ma’am.” And that pretty much sums up the importance of this place—mess with the people’s park, and you’re one coronation short of a monarchy.

Wedged gracefully between three heavy-hitters—Buckingham Palace, St. James’s Palace, and the political power zone of Westminster—St. James’s Park is London’s oldest and arguably most charming green retreat. Back in 1532, Henry VIII thought this marsh was in great need of deer, so he snapped it up for his very own deer nursery. Later, during the reign of James I, the land was drained, and an aviary was installed (giving rise to the name Birdcage Walk), along with a zoo that featured exotic species like crocodiles, camels, and even an elephant.

Then came Charles II, freshly returned from exile in France with some serious garden envy after ogling Versailles. He rolled up his sleeves and transformed the park into a regal playground with neat avenues, fruit trees, a canal, and a whole zoo of goats, sheep, and deer casually grazing the lawns. By the 1700s, the park had taken a turn for the scandalous, becoming a preferred hunting ground for the affluent individuals seeking... nighttime companions.

In the 19th century, the romantic stylings of John Nash (one of the foremost British architects of the Georgian and Regency eras) gave the park its current look—a picturesque escape with winding paths and dreamy views. Peer down the lake toward Buckingham Palace, and you can easily imagine having wandered onto a countryside estate—until a pelican flaps by.

Speaking of birds, Duck Island at the lake’s eastern tip is a feathery haven for pelicans, swans (King-owned, naturally), geese, and ducks. From March to October, deck chairs appear like sun-seeking mushrooms—perfect for office lunch breaks or tuning into a bandstand performance at midday.

Evenings are a delight here too, as the lake reflects the glowing silhouettes of Westminster Abbey and the Parliament buildings. It’s part fairy tale, part postcard, and entirely worth a visit. Lush lawns, birds with better titles than you, and the occasional live performance. Basically, it’s where London goes to exhale...