artisanal film reviews | by maryann johanson
Sun Jan 12 2014, 11:18pm | 2 comments
Every once in a while I’ll see a red double-decker bus lumbering by, or a black cab zipping by, and suddenly I will be struck by the realization that I am really in London. Even after three years here.
Kinda magnificent, isn’t it?
I had that reaction when I went abroad for the first time two summers ago. I was standing in Paddington Station, listening to all of the different accents and watching the extreme crush of people there, and hearing the announcements over the PA in a British accent, and just grinning from ear to ear.
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