"I can never understand why Londoners fail to see that they live in the most wonderful city in the world. It is far more beautiful and interesting than Paris, if you ask me, and more lively than anywhere but New York – and even New York can’t touch it in lots of important ways. It has more history, finer parks, a livelier and more varied press, better theatres, more numerous orchestras and museums, leafier squares, safer streets, and the more courteous inhabitants than any other large city in the world.
And it has more congenial small things – incidental civilities you might call them – than any other city I know: cheery red pillar boxes, drivers who actually stop for you in pedestrian crossings, lovely forgotten churches with wonderful names like St Andrew by the wardrobe and St Giles Cripplegate, sudden pockets of quiet like Lincoln’s Inn and Red Lion Square, interesting statues of obscure Victorians in toga, pubs, black cabs, double-decker buses, helpful policemen, polite notices, people who will stop to help you when you fall down or drop your shopping, benches everywhere."
in Notes from a Small Island de Bill Bryson
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Delicioso!
:)
Right you are, Bill.
Grande Bill.
Nós também temos caixas de correio vermelhas. Só que as nossas privilegiam a palavra escrita enquanto meio de comunicação!
Caro Agesilau, o título refere-se ao texto, não à foto.
E as nossas pobres caixas do correio estão em vias de extinção.
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