I am sure many members of The Forum are entirely used to city life.
I seldom venture up to the smoke these days and the apprehension I usually feel is that of any bumbling bucolic suddenly time-warped into the now of it. I catch an early train, skulk in the Tube popping up like a disoriented mole at the places I need to be, then scuttle home again.
This time, I wondered (and so did Mrs A, back at HQ) whether I might find the City in the grip of a terrorist threat. Not a bit of it. Life seemed to be going on in its polyglot way much as it ever did. There seemed even to be an unaccustomed humour around. The entire capital, all ages, abilities, creeds and colours, seemed suddenly expert at the first person present indicative of etre. Journals, tee-shirts and bill-boards exclaimed je suis everywhere about everything from Avocados to Zen.
No-one can discount the possibility of a random lunatic doing something unspeakable, but I felt entirely safe.... an insignificant speck in a roaring metropolitan universe.
I seldom venture up to the smoke these days and the apprehension I usually feel is that of any bumbling bucolic suddenly time-warped into the now of it. I catch an early train, skulk in the Tube popping up like a disoriented mole at the places I need to be, then scuttle home again.
This time, I wondered (and so did Mrs A, back at HQ) whether I might find the City in the grip of a terrorist threat. Not a bit of it. Life seemed to be going on in its polyglot way much as it ever did. There seemed even to be an unaccustomed humour around. The entire capital, all ages, abilities, creeds and colours, seemed suddenly expert at the first person present indicative of etre. Journals, tee-shirts and bill-boards exclaimed je suis everywhere about everything from Avocados to Zen.
No-one can discount the possibility of a random lunatic doing something unspeakable, but I felt entirely safe.... an insignificant speck in a roaring metropolitan universe.
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