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Pensive aren't we!.Suffering from melancholia? Birthday on the horizon? Midlife crisis?

I did actually think you'd written this yourself, and I was just pondering on how you'd managed to write an entire post without any links when I spotted the only one. After yesterday I thought that was a spoof too. Still, proves Dickens could write a jolly good DG parody.

I hope Chaz got on your blog because he sent you a grovelling PR email which you finally sucumbed to.

Despite the 150-year difference, I used to enjoy doing this very same thing, usually a Sunday, and usually on my way home to Southwark from the library at the LSE. I "discovered" Burgess Park when I got to the Tesco after it closed, so I just started wandering.

I especially enjoyed strolling through Southbank and the Clink area - back when "Vinopolis" was pronounced with a snicker. I loved getting lost down strange streets and seeing where I came out. Whether the river, or Borough Market, or the little coffee shack in the run down little Georgian square south of Tate Modern, it was an exhilarating way to learn more of my extended neighbourhood. I only wish I'd heard about Nunhead before leaving for The States.

I love looking for the ancient among the modern too. London is the best place to just wander as the fancy takes.

I find it interesting that the City was empty on Sundays even in Dickens's time. When did people stop actually living there (on a large scale)?

When I was a lad in the 60s my Dad and I would "roam about the city" on Sundays. It was completely empty in those days, everything was shut and traffic was very light or non existent. I remember the old churches and the bomb-sites well. miss the sense of discovery I had back then.











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