Having just determined my entire blog should be about contrast, I will admit that driving away from Heathrow I wasn’t struck by juxtaposition. It was the sameness, the continuity and sense of place that shocked me the most. I suppose I’m skeptical of Hollywood painting an overly idyllic image of destinations, so when the area looked undoubtedly British I was, well, very shocked. Miniature, jelly-molded, black taxis dominated the freeway. They sky was grey with a mysterious foggy effect. The horizon to my left and right was lined with thousands of chimneys stemming from antique brick town homes. I’d never seen a more consistent set of architecture.
Maybe I really could be living on a movie set for the summer.
Photo from Google Images.