This is out of sequence, coming as it does towards the end of the trip, but it's the only decent video I shot, and I felt like posting it now. Mary and I were crossing the Thames when Big Ben began striking noon. Three bells had rung before I got the camera running, but trust me, it was noon. I was pleasantly surprised by how well the mic on my little camera picked up the sound.
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Only in the last ten seconds can we see that this was NOT shot in black and white. That was my experience in London, too: the city is gray, the skies are gray, and everyone wears black or brown. I was obviously American in my softly colorful shirts.
Birdie, you know, the funny thing is, I remember this day as rather sunny and beautiful. Maybe it cleared up later, or maybe the camera is having to adjust to a greater constrast or something. Nonetheless, I know what you mean, and that grayness was part of what I found so hard to deal with the when we lived there for my tenth year. New York in Winter is much the same actually; sometimes I'll look around a subway car in December and think it looks like we're all going to a funeral. I think city life, with the extra grime, may make darker clothes more appealing.
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