Post by PW on Nov 14, 2007 0:59:09 GMT 1
Alright, then. Coventry is supposedly cool again. So this gave me an idea for a topic.
Name your three favourite places and why. Rules are-one must be in Coventry, one must be in the UK or related to it, and the third can be anywhere in the world...
Here are my first three...
The nave of the Old Cathedral in Coventry (at sunset on a November evening, ideally, when the sun slants golden through the gaping shell of the windows)
The end of the runway at Duxford airfield, Cambridgeshire, late on a late-summer afternoon with the distant song of Merlin engines as Spitfires, Hurricanes and other beautiful old aircraft soar above.
Cologne. Particularly, for some reason, the main station at night...Why? Because...
European trains aren´t like the sanitised, electric British ones...they are all diesel. And looooooooonnnnnnnggggggg. They seem alive. And when you get ten or eleven of them in one place, with people bustling back and forth and a great art-deco arched station (almost like a cathedral interior in itself when on the platform) it reminds you of all those old movies where lovers part at train stations in clouds of steam. The names-München, Gelsenkirchen, Warzsawa, Wien...of destinations are exotic, yet not too exotic. Life seems to be lived in black and white, or as if it should all be in black and white, and you shouldn´t be allowed onto the platform unless you´re either saying gooodbye to a loved-one, leaving for a long while, or going off to war. The mundane journeys-the trams outside, the buses...seem to spoil it, but while you´re on the platform, it´s almost magical.
Name your three favourite places and why. Rules are-one must be in Coventry, one must be in the UK or related to it, and the third can be anywhere in the world...
Here are my first three...
The nave of the Old Cathedral in Coventry (at sunset on a November evening, ideally, when the sun slants golden through the gaping shell of the windows)
The end of the runway at Duxford airfield, Cambridgeshire, late on a late-summer afternoon with the distant song of Merlin engines as Spitfires, Hurricanes and other beautiful old aircraft soar above.
Cologne. Particularly, for some reason, the main station at night...Why? Because...
European trains aren´t like the sanitised, electric British ones...they are all diesel. And looooooooonnnnnnnggggggg. They seem alive. And when you get ten or eleven of them in one place, with people bustling back and forth and a great art-deco arched station (almost like a cathedral interior in itself when on the platform) it reminds you of all those old movies where lovers part at train stations in clouds of steam. The names-München, Gelsenkirchen, Warzsawa, Wien...of destinations are exotic, yet not too exotic. Life seems to be lived in black and white, or as if it should all be in black and white, and you shouldn´t be allowed onto the platform unless you´re either saying gooodbye to a loved-one, leaving for a long while, or going off to war. The mundane journeys-the trams outside, the buses...seem to spoil it, but while you´re on the platform, it´s almost magical.
