I’ve spent a little bit of time in
lately, both with
and without Lady P. Londoners will be pleased to hear that my love for it has
been revived. Seeing theatre posters, the purchase of kim chee, the flower
stalls outside Tube stations, crossing the Thames, reading on the Tube, ah, London ! Lovely London ! London
And that’s before I even think about the people. So many people hustling and bustling around in outlandish outfits. The average Joe just looks more edgy and sophisticated in London, I think. And older people look younger - like those nicely batty looking 70 year old women with felt beads and feathers in their hair, or cool 60-somethings in jeans and Converse. You don't see as many pensioners in denim outside of London, it seems to me. And then the people who really matter, our old, dear friends, some of whom have admittedly moved out but are still in arm’s reach.
And yet, I admit to feeling some of the things I used to consider ridiculous when out-of-towners said them. The daft statements that used to irritate me on the lips on visitors come to my mind. Like, how long it takes to get anywhere. And how crowded the pavements are. How noisy it is everywhere. And feeling that familiar clamminess on a warm Tube after walking at a fast clip along a rainy street.
Seeing people with buggies on public transport I think ‘what a hassle’. Funny that, considering I always thought
London was the best place to raise a family (thanks to all
those wonderful parks and the cultural events on the South Bank…) and
manoeuvring a buggy on public transport would have been a normal part of the life we were
planning until recently. London
I suppose it’s post-rationalisation. Perhaps best I don't to examine it too deeply.