Listening to:
French pop songs
Reading:
things I should have read during term.
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Thursday, April 1st, 2004
Since being left alone in the flat, and in light of my recent travels, my affection for the city in which I live has been rekindled. Which is nice. So let's do a little comparison, shall we?
Transportation:
Vienna -- you can buy a ticket on a bus, and use it all day on trams, buses, subways, but you don't necessarily need to because no one checks your ticket. So basically you can ride for free all over the city. How sweet is that? Of course, C. and I used the tickets, but we got them for free from a friend who needed to use his up. Pretty nice.
London -- you pay £4 and you get to use trains to the tube, then as many underground lines as you like. But! The underground does tend to be over-full, and break down every once in a while, or get replaced by buses, or just get closed for no good reason. Not so helpful.
Edinburgh -- there are buses, but you don't need to take them to get anywhere. If you have half an hour before you have to be somewhere, you can pretty much get anywhere in the city by foot. At least from my flat. Which, can I just say, totally rocks?
Filth:
Vienna -- cigarette butts everywhere, but that's to be expected in any major European city. Besides that, not much. Then again, I was mostly in the posh districts, being a swanky tourist and all.
London -- I know I've told people this before, but it needs saying in a larger forum. When I got back from a day around town, I washed my face and the cloth came off black. And that's just the filth in the air. Ew.
Edinburgh -- depends on the day. We keep our trash in big vats on the street, so if you walk around at the wrong time of the week, it's pretty gross. But that also means there's not much litter, which is nice. And hey, my face is never black, so that's a plus!
Weather:
Vienna -- the whole time I was in Vienna, it was 20 degrees. It was amazing. I got to walk around in a skirt and t-shirt, and sometimes a sweater was necessary. It was great.
London -- a little bit colder, but still only a jacket was necessary, and no sweater. Pretty lovely, on the whole. Though C. and I did find it odd that, when she was walking me to the train station, it started hailing when there were no clouds in the sky. I suppose a little bit of surreality makes up for the warmth.
Edinburgh -- I'd forgotten how cold it is here. Sweater, jacket, and several layers underneath are of paramount importance, because it gets kind of warm for twenty minute periods when you're walking around, and you'll need to strip and relayer several times throughout the day. But that's what makes it exciting!
Pubs:
Vienna -- I only made it to two, but they were both interesting. The first was in what looked like a cellar, and was so smokey at the end of the night that I couldn't see anything. The second was on the shores of the Danube, and it was, how shall we say, hardcore? I was glad to have worn my jacket, and not just my collared shirt and my sweater with the tweed elbow pads. I would have gotten beaten up otherwise.
London -- woah, too expensive! Non merci, mon ami!
Edinburgh -- a pitcher of fruity cocktails for £12, or a pint for £4? Mmm... I'll go for the pitcher, thanks. Plus, there are three pubs on my block, what's not to love?
Art:
Vienna -- so. much. Klimt. And hey, you know what? Stop with all the gold! It hurts my eyes! Pretty architecture, though.
London -- I've said this before, the art in London haunts my every thought. I love it.
Edinburgh -- I like the surrealist library in the National Gallery of Modern Art. So many snooty books. But the busts in the Portrait Gallery bore me.
So what's my final ranking? Well, for the above, you'd think it would be Vienna, wouldn't you? Well, that would be leaving out important factors. Firstly, it turns out I don't speak German very well, and neither do the people of Vienna. I speak shitty highschool German, and they speak weird soft German, so I couldn't understand them and they couldn't understand me. Secondly, the general mood of Vienna seemed to be too relaxed, too decadent. I would never get anything done there. London, on the other hand, is too busy. If I lived there I'd get scared and have to hide in my room all the time.
Therefore, dear Edinburgh, I have learned that you are the perfect city for me. For now, anyway.
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