In the first decades of Frommer's guides, published in the 1950s and '60s, London's worst scams seemed to be mostly shame-based. Unscrupulous local ne'er-do-wells had a way of trapping lonely single male visitors who, once full of drink and misplaced lust, would wander into the wrong massage parlor in Soho and weren't allowed to depart…
If you lived in 18th-century London and something went wrong with your body, after you died a famous scientist named John Hunter might show up to rummage through your corpse, snip out the afflicted organ, and sink it in a jar of preservative so that budding physicians could learn from the specimen. Back in…
Once you leave the enclosed elevator lobby, you're on an open-air balcony that encircles the building, facing the back of the stylized chimney that served the old power station. You could get a similar view from the Golden Gallery at the top of the dome of St. Paul's, but that costs more than £20 ($25)…