Everything seems more here: the buildings are taller, the lights are brighter, the crowds are larger and more colourful. It’s all dirtier, too, somehow rawer, deeper, faster. Or maybe it’s the traffick that makes me forget how similar you two really are - it just hits me, sometimes: the Themes meets La Ría, Somerset House shines Deusto cream, midday strikes with the sound of church bells. It’s like I’m there, but colder. But darker. But bolder.
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