They'd landed on a streetcorner, tucked away from public view, and given the wind, it must have been near a beach. Bela smiled faintly, opening her eyes and looking around. It was winter here, but not really winter; it was still decently warm-but-not-sweltering, and thousands of people were walking around - they mostly looked contented and animated, jabbering at each other in all sorts of languages.
"God, what a nice change." Bela watched him attempt to hail a cab, hoping the driver wouldn't drive like a madman like most London cabs.