Brian McKanna on what the gentrification of the city’s mews, or horse stables, reveals about our obsession with history.
Mike Cervantez startles into silence in the English countryside: “The wooden gate in the low wall swings open and we stride up the stone path to the door. It’s locked. But our guide says he knows someone with a key, so while he returns to the High Street, we circuit the building.”
Our man in London on what makes football so indelible to the city: “I know the stereotypes of football fans. But I’ve also seen fathers carrying daughters on shoulders, flush with joy after an unexpected win, singing ‘We’re the Bradford Boys, making all of the noise.'”
In a new column, our man in London reckons with becoming an American ex-pat: “Sociologists and demographers would say that I am living a trend, part of a great reverse migration drawing people back to the cities they once left behind.”
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