London's New Face
My new flat is on The Isle of Dogs near Canary Wharf, the Manhattan of London. In a matter of seconds, I felt at home in this place. I can’t wait to become acquainted with this newer, more modern face of an old friend—London, my lover of . . . [the unimaginably loud rumble of the Docklands Light Railway overhead].
What the hell? In this metamodern corner of London, no one thought to make the trains a little quieter? Are they using the same technology they used fifty years ago? The DLR sounds like a hundred bombs going off when it rounds the tracks overhead at South Quay. Thank goodness my flat isn’t near the train station. I couldn’t imagine living next to that racket.
The DLR aside, though, Canary Wharf promises to be a positive chapter in my ongoing romance with London. Bitch better keep her promise this time. (If you’ve missed the beginning of this love affair, search this blog for the previous entries
The Madding Crowd
London: A Love/Hate Affair
It's a London Thing
I must be off,