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26 novembre 2011

always forever

always forever
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6 octobre 2011

Brighton Pier

Brighton Pier
Courtesy of V.
26 août 2011

I cover the waterfront - Along the Thames...

I cover the waterfront - Along the Thames...
I cover the waterfront In search of my love An I’m covered By a starlit sky above. Billie Holiday lyrics: J Green and E Heyman.
17 juin 2011

the sound of distant thunder

the sound of distant thunder
London! It has the sound of distant thunder. James Bone
31 mai 2011

it was a September evening

it was a September evening
It was a September evening, and not yet seven o'clock but the day had been a dreary one, and a dense drizzly fog lay upon the great city. Sir A. C. DOYLE
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28 avril 2011

Cross Channel

Cross Channel
He had sailed from Dover, Folkestone, Newhaven, Southampton, Portsmouth. He had landed at Calais,Boulogne, Dieppe, Le Havre, Cherbourg, Saint Malo...Back in the Sixties he had taken an overnight train from Victoria to the Gare du Nord. Julian Barnes -...
21 avril 2011

on a London cab

on a London cab
16 avril 2011

London, I rode past the docks

London, I rode past the docks
3 avril 2011

London at night

London at night
London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. E.M. Foster
27 mars 2011

London pubs

London pubs
18 mars 2011

London, that rough city song

London, that rough city song
Here growls and grumbles that rough city song that has called the ships from the sea and brought them to lie captive beneath its warehouses. Virginia Woolf
13 mars 2011

London, fog everywhere

London, fog everywhere
Fog everywhere, Fog up the river... fog down the river. C. Dickens
10 mars 2011

London, a solitary man

London, a solitary man
I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. W.B. Yeats
2 mars 2011

this melancholy London

this melancholy London
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. W.B. Yeats
23 février 2011

London, the Isle of Dogs.

London, the Isle of Dogs.
The river sweats oil and tar.. down Greenwich reach past the Isle of Dogs. T.S. Eliot
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