There’s no escaping noise in the city, so you may as well embrace it. Sitting outside Blandford’s Cafe in Chiltern Street, here’s what was ‘playing’...
the bell-like jingle of a girl’s belt as she walked past...
frequent tones of taxi engines, which are quite distinct from other vehicles...
various clicks from women’s shoes, depending on height and width...
the padding of trainers...
swishing of material from a woman’s trousers as one leg rubs against the other...
a light, but loud, airplane...
distant whine of a workman’s saw...
patter of a dog’s paws...
‘There are other options, so we can go through that’ (girl on her mobile)...
suitcase wheels rolling on the pavement...
clatter of a tin Kenco sign against the back of a metal chair...
brakes of a van squealing...
high-pitched buzz of a scooter...
variations on the car engine theme according to model as they change gear for the junction...
car alarm which lasts for a round 20secs...I take this as the finale of the ‘concert’ and move on...
The City - Fernand Leger, 1919
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