Its Contrasts and Colour After the lights are out'in Lan-don Town, what fascinating sight tone sees. The blaze of colour and the bewildering array of Ievely things, the strange contrasts of light and shade as one emerges from the glare into quiet byways. The faces of the people who pass, and the glimpses one gains of character, of feeling, of possibili es, as the figures flash past, are noted in an instant, and then disappear.
'One moment you are in a crowded road, where the noise of traffic thunders in your cars, and you feel' the throb of London's pulse.
few moments later you are walking through a little street tucked away behind its big brothers, where the noise is dulled, where you sce through small panes the Uancing Grelight touching brass and china, or catch sight of the gentle face of an old woman as she Tooks out of her window upon a world which is quite unlike that in which she grew up.
The contrasts of London form a great part of its charm. You see monk in his habit slipping through a doorway, you meet a high-spirited girl in fancy dress flitting through the streets on her way to an appointment, you may suddenly meet Royalty moving tly through the streets of the ntre of the Empire, or an Indian officer, a dwarf, or a pet monkey accompanying its owner for a drive.
a fashionable hotel mon and girls tare dancing away the hours between ten and dinner, and within a stone's throw some famous man whose Specially desioneit for the
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