As someone who does plenty of walking around in cities at night, I quite appreciate Kate Pullinger’s essay in The Guardian:

I’ve always loved the city at night, even before I knew what it was like…. At night it’s as though the city’s history comes alive, bubbling up from where it lies dormant beneath the tarmac: when the crowds are gone, modernity slips away, and the city feels ancient and unruly. How could anyone not love London late at night, or early in the morning? How could the wide black Thames with the city reflected upon it not remind you of everything that is most desirable and glamorous in life?

But sinister, too, of course, and this is part of what makes the city at night such a grown-up, adult, provocative space.

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