I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city.
You cannot deal with a city if it’s not socially integrated.
It was a rule of London life that anybody could be anybody
The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.
Slowly the truth is loadingI’m weighted down with loveSnow lying deep and evenStrung out and dreaming ofNight falling on the cityQuite something to beholdDon’t it just look so prettyThis disappearing worldWe’re threading hope like fireDown...
He realised that in a town a man cannot live as he wishes, but as other people wish.
I didn’t choose Paris. I like to think that the city chose me.
No gymnasium, no theatre, no forum? Where is the life a Roman man should lead?