Odds & Ends: London – Can’t live in it, can’t live out of it.

Ask me if I like London.

No, I don’t, would be a frequent answer.

Architecturally, I don’t think it’s beautiful.  Not as ugly as some other places (no names mentioned) but not a city where you can walk down the streets and feast your eyes on one beautiful building after another.  Because of the Great Fire of 1666, most of London is relatively modern.  What we have predominantly, is a combination of Colonial chunkiness (Trafalgar Square, Whitehall and Pall Mall), and cold steel and glass expressions of folie des grandeurs (the London Eye, the Gherkin and, now, the Shard).  London buildings do not possess the splendour of Rome, the sensuality of Venice, the quiet precision of Brussels or Brugge, the charm of Cambridge, or the elated inspiration of New York skyscrapers.

Still, sometimes, when I am walking around the city, I find myself ambushed by a whisper, a song, a few errant words from a story, carried by a gust of wind; or a wink rippling in the Thames.  A building is calling me.  I stop and pay attention, and come face to face with a gem.  St Paul’s Cathedral bathed in silver light, seen from Hungerford Bridge.  The gold Houses of Parliament reflected in the nocturnal river.  Big Ben at sunset.  Hammersmith Bridge, in green and gold.  The Tower of London, murmuring secrets.  Lambeth Palace, austere and sapient.  There are also the hidden jewels, the ones that do not feature on the official tourist trail.  Fulham Palace, with its Elizabethan courtyard and gently gurgling fountain.  All Saints’ Church has stood guard at the North end of Putney Bridge for six hundred years.  The Royal Courts of Justice line Fleet Street, tall and imposing.  Across the street, ensconced among barristers’ chambers, the Temple Church – built by Knights Templars – is another  nugget of precious architecture, history and music.

When I returned to London both from Hamburg and Brussels, I wanted to turn back as soon as I stepped off the plane and the Eurostar.  After the politeness and helpfulness in Hamburg and Brussels, London rudeness and aggressiveness was like an unprovoked slap across the face.  London is becoming increasingly difficult to live in.  It is becoming the playground of the rich and, unless you can keep up financially, you fall under and get trampled.  Property prices are absurdly disproportionate to the average salary.  Food prices are noticeably rising.  Public transport prices are shocking.  If you are well heeled, London is the Horn of Plenty for it can cater to your every whim (except offer consistently good weather – even millionaires can’t order that one).  Unless you are on a high salary, living in London can be an uphill struggle to survive.

I spend much of my time plotting ways to escape from London; to move to a small, quiet town where the main street is deserted after 8 p.m., and where I can get around on foot.  Where I can afford to live.

Then I get a day like the one I had a few weeks ago.  I bought a pair of sandals from an Italian shoe shop.  Then I bought bunches of fresh dill, mint and parsley from a Middle Eastern grocer.  I had crusty Italian bread for lunch, and a Japanese take away for dinner.  There is a café in Southwark, where I like drinking Turkish coffee.  Sometimes, I get a loaf of wholemeal and rye bread from the German bakery, and poppy seed cake from the Polish shop.  I also like buying Spanish hot chocolate tablets from the Spanish shop on the Portobello Road.  I can take a walk to a couple of nearby newsagents, and buy a copy of The Guardian, of El Pais, a Corriere della Sera, a NewYorker or Le Monde.  I cannot afford these often but they are there if and when I want them.  On the bus, and the Tube, you hear people speaking French, Italian, Spanish, Russian, Farsi, Thai, Polish, Arabic… The list could go on and on.  You cannot get bored in London.  London is a city where new experiences are served daily – whatever your budget.

As for moving to a small, quiet town where the main street is deserted after 8 p.m., where I can get around on foot, and where I can afford to live… Well, I think I will wait a while.  I will be one of the many London church mice for just a little longer.  I still enjoy breathing this dirty but wonderfully varied air.

Do I like London? I guess I do.

Scribe Doll

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15 Responses to Odds & Ends: London – Can’t live in it, can’t live out of it.

  1. True, it’s easy to fall under in London, some spots are dangerous to live in. In a certain light the streets becomes beautiful, and the buzz is always exciting.
    And there is the freshly ground Guatemalan coffee from the Monmouth Coffee Company in Monmouth Street, Covent Garden … or the SUNDAY Flower Market in Columbia Street – freshest of fresh flowers. Should you go there pop into ‘NOM Living’ shop, only open weekends, selling beautiful Vietnamese craft articles, and ask for Yeshen, my son, who is there at some weekends.

  2. simon roberts says:

    Like you, I have mixed feelings about London even as someone who considers himself a Londoner ( sort-of ). We were in Chichester at the weekend – very pleasant town ( city officially as it boasts a cathedral ) and with a great theatre. Good shopping, a variety of restaurants and just about affordable. Deserted after about 6 in the evening. I’d be tempted to move here – or to Southwold on the Suffolk coast or to Oxford ( like the North/South divide, there’s an Oxford/Cambridge one and I’m firmly in the Oxonian camp ). But I’d be bored rigid after the novelty had worn off in a couple of weeks and wanting the variety that London gives. To partly borrow from Dr Johnson, when a man ( or woman ) is tired of London, he/she need only to walk to the middle of Waterloo Bridge at whatever time of day and look upstream towards Westminster or downstream in the direction of St Paul’s. The best cure I know for the weariness that London gives to brain and body.

  3. seascapesaus says:

    It is lovely to have these reminders of the beauty and vibrancy of London. It has been a bit spoiled for me by jet-lag after the long-haul flight from Australia. I am always tired there but feel the need to get out in it. Dr Johnson’s didn’t travel by jet.

  4. I am so happy I left London. It’s a crowded, polluted, loud and expensive place with bad weather. You lose most of your time on a train.

  5. rammiegirl says:

    I have to agree and yet disagree with you. While I am not a Londoner, I studied abroad there for a summer and have visited frequently during other parts of the year. I also did get to a 3-weeker in Brussels, and not surprisingly, I found London to be much more agreeable. True, it is more expensive, and it is quite dirty. The weather is not that much different from Brussels when it comes to gloom and doom, but when it comes to rudeness, I find New York to be much worse than London. Perhaps it is a case of “the grass is always greener”? Or perhaps a case of “can’t live with it, can’t live without it”?

    • scribedoll says:

      That’s so interesting. We seem to have had contrasting experiences. I’ve been to New York three times and have found the locals extremely polite and pleasant. Thanks for your comments.

  6. simon roberts says:

    What an incredibly sweeping comment from Andreas Moser! I’m sorry he had such a miserable time of it in London and hope he’s found somewhere more conducive to his delicate sensibilities, but if he ever visits again I hope he’ll take shelter from the rain in the Courtauld or the Estorick Collection or one of the shops, bars and restaurants in Exmouth Market or the Seven Stars pub on Carey Street…I could go on to give a myriad suggestions of where he could go to get away from the crowds when the sun DOES come out, but I suspect his mind is made up not to come back. His loss.

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