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Some 7 million visitors a year come to the 320-hectare (791-acre) Heath, in northwest London, to walk on the grass, get enveloped by thick woods, and take in the view from the magnificent Pergola, a beguiling, overgrown Edwardian garden, and a true London secret. The Heath is a perennial locale for aimless strolls and (it must be confessed, George Michael) furtive trysts. The Heath has several sublime places to rest, including the just-restored Kenwood House, a sumptuous neoclassical home from 1640 adorned with miles of gold leaf and important paintings by Reynolds, Turner, and Vermeer (The Guitar Player); and the inviting and woody Spaniards Inn (Spaniards Rd. at Spaniards End, NW3; www.thespaniardshampstead.co.uk; [tel] 020/8731-8406; Tube: Hampstead). The Heath’s hilltop is another favored lookout point. The Heath isn’t considered a park by locals, but a green space. The difference is irrelevant. It’s transporting.