I remember coming over Waterloo `Bridge just as it was getting dark. It was cold, and a cold wind blew upriver. But the hum of the city, the energy, made such an impression.
I’d been to see a play on the South Bank, and was heading for Euston and home where ‘nothing ever happens’.
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London is a magical city.
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I remember coming over Waterloo `Bridge just as it was getting dark. It was cold, and a cold wind blew upriver. But the hum of the city, the energy, made such an impression.
I’d been to see a play on the South Bank, and was heading for Euston and home where ‘nothing ever happens’.
London is a magical city.