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Sunday, March 20, 2005
Two LadiesI just spent most of last week abusing Berlin to my friends because of its foul sleety weather, its dull potato color, and its deadening architecture. (Not all the architecture -- just the apartment blocks thrown up in a hurry to fill in plots of rubble after the war.) Paris is so much more graceful, majestic, seductive, and light. It's a big city that feels, in places, like a provincial town:
Whereas Berlin, like LA, is a bunch of provincial towns crammed together to feel like a city. Or so I kept telling my friends. But now I have to gnaw on my words, because I got off the S-Bahn late today and saw how I'd missed an afternoon of crisp spring sunshine, which can make Berlin feel grand and coquettish. Here's Oranienburgerstraße just before sundown:
Of course Paris is hard to argue with when she does things like this, in the 5th, at dusk:
Ah, well.
posted by Michael Scott Moore |
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