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  • 12/6/12

    After a dreary June (the rainiest June in 250 years), the first word that popped to mind when asked about London was "grey." The clouds, the rain, the clothing, the streets and architecture. But after I thought about this gut reaction, I wondered about the spark that attracts so many citizens of the world to this hub for theater, literature, economics and wealth.

    It has shimmer. The West End glitz and grandiosity. The City center's heart. The East End counterculture.

    Maybe this grey that defines the city, the "Old Smoke," is now a gleaming silver. Faceted and reflective, resembling the buildings on the South Bank that dominate London's cityscape.

    I looked up into one myself. There I stood next to passersby -- some Londoners, others strangers [(n.) visitors who reside in the city long enough to develop routine], and still others tourists. We were shimmering in the silver light of London. Composing the surface of those shining structures ourselves.
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