I clicked on this NYT story about Hamburg because (though I've never been there) I'm kind of in love with that city--it's part of the New Hanseatic League of my novel, and it's got that lovely northern watery feel that made me fall so hard for Tallinn and Stockholm.
(And then recently I watched the most amazing thing online, the elite men's race in the world triathlon championships--it all takes place against the extraordinarily beautiful city backdrops--and unbeknownst to me, since it was pretty much the first one I ever watched, the finish of the elite men's race was a once-in-a-lifetime amazingly exciting thing, go and watch it if you want to see what I'm saying...)
But I was caught short by an annoying sentence at the end of the first paragraph:
Where else but this high-low metropolis can you window-shop for Cartier diamond necklaces during the day and slum it with punk rockers at night?
Um, PROBABLY EVERY MAJOR CITY IN THE WORLD?!?
My sister called my attention to the live streaming on the day.
ReplyDeleteThat was one of the greatest Oly finishes EVAR.