![]() And the city becomes a hibernating animal which radiates warmth even as it sleeps.’ Twilight comes quickly and the glow of the evening light permeates in ways that are not possible during other seasons. ![]() ‘The identity of the city changes enormously in the winter and loses some of its majesty - but it retains its life and light. ‘This is the time when Londoners get to hear distant church bells,’ he adds. ‘The silence and the empty streets are very appealing,’ he says. For him, both lockdown and winter provide opportunities to see London in a different light. Yet this is exactly the wrong way to look at it, says the novelist, historian and biographer Peter Ackroyd. Deserted evening streets, darkened pubs, shut shops and the absence of fellow footsteps might suggest that some essential spirit has fled. ![]() The silenced city has been, for some, uncanny. ![]()
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