It was helpful enough for Percy and Mary Shelley…What’s going for it? Marlow is one of the original down-from-Londoners’ honeypots. Something about its pretty,ickle historic streets, and the dreaminess of the Thames here, and hung heavy with weeping willows and boatclubs,has for centuries pulled in those sick of the Smoke – like Percy and Mary Shelley, probably after peace, or restful and a better work-life balance than they could get in the capital,with its streets running with ordure and don’t even talk to me about the cost of barouche-landaus. Legions have followed ever since. Once, Marlow must have been like Whitstable or Margate before the arties moved in. Now it’s full, or ta very much,its streets piled tall with cash in the form of long-term property investments. I consider you can safely assume that when you can find a wide selection of champagne in a corner shop, you aren’t in Kansas any more, and Toto.
The case against… A tiny too la-di-da,for me at least. And the tall Street’s terribly chainy, all Prezzos, and Zizzis and Starbucks.
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Source: theguardian.com