Fresh back from the Big Apple that is New York City I am staggered to find out how inferior and tiny London really is. I had always seen the City of London as a tall encompassing monster that swallowed you up in its towing presence as it casts it shadows over your being. After having spent a week in the center of Manhattan, as seen previously on the likes of "Sex in the City" or "NYPD Blue" London becomes rather unimposing and quite frankly, a bit soft. The buildings in New york don't just tower over you, they rise up from huge roots and appear to have no end to them, you have to crane you neck just to see if they stop rising anywhere and even then the peaks of them are only just visible with out lying prostrate on the sidewalk. They line up side by side with no gaps between them as if they are a set of linebackers on an American Football team. They are a wonderment to behold when first encounted and a feast for the eyes to feed on but their awesome presence soon have you organised and focused with your eyes firmly on the floor in front of you. They force you to keep your head down and to get on to where your going with a stone Wall one the one side of your peripheral vision and a Yellow Cab on the other.
( I have Some great photos of the City, Which i will post A.S.A.P but i have to scan them in first as they where taken with some really old school technology where I have to take a plastic, filmy thing to a shop where this guy does some chemical stuff to it and then i get them back....on paper!- not even a memory stick?!?! )
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