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poliphiloSpent night at Travel Lodge. Got up just after six. Got home just after eight thirty.
There's a lot to be said for crossing London in the very early morning, when the traffic is negligible.
London at night- especially the central parts- shows in the distance as a mass of of brilliant, skyborne, red lights - planes for the discouragement of, I suppose, but fantastical in effect- like the capital of Oz if it were a ruby city not an emerald one.
There's a lot to be said for crossing London in the very early morning, when the traffic is negligible.
London at night- especially the central parts- shows in the distance as a mass of of brilliant, skyborne, red lights - planes for the discouragement of, I suppose, but fantastical in effect- like the capital of Oz if it were a ruby city not an emerald one.
