We finally leave the crazy traffic of Paris behind at Garre du Nord, having just understood that Garre del Est is more or less in the same spot and that they simply mean North Station and East Station. The Eurostar to London.. We arrive at Kings Cross and all the confusion and alienation of Paris is gone and the world is once more understood. But I think it is not just the language. There is something about London that makes it accessible. The way the roads work and the red buses like red blood corpuscles moving around arteries give visual comfort and familiarity. London is heaving with people and there is a pre-Christmas festivity that makes the whole place feel like you are in a party. Paris says "I'm going to make you sweat to make me open up to you.. " London says.. "Here I am... take me!"
There are always people who hate one city or another. I've heard people say nasty things about New York or Tokyo, or Paris even... but nobody hates London. Why? There is a certain British tolerance and understanding about London. Even when the crowds are overwhelming at Christmas time. We hear foreign accents everywhere. London is full of people who don't come from here, but want to be here.
There are always people who hate one city or another. I've heard people say nasty things about New York or Tokyo, or Paris even... but nobody hates London. Why? There is a certain British tolerance and understanding about London. Even when the crowds are overwhelming at Christmas time. We hear foreign accents everywhere. London is full of people who don't come from here, but want to be here.
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