This seems to be a thing that all exclaim against, and but few see. The phrase is never varied--a sure sign of lack of experience. One cries, 'Oh, the London Sunday!' and another, 'It must be too dreadful for foreigners!' and before the topic disappears something yet vaguer has been said, in a flickering manner, as to the Boulevards. But in fact London Sunday is little understood even by those who know its aspect, and the greater number do not know even so much. Obviously, it is one thing in the summer of livelong sunshine, and another thing in winter. When the tops of the steeples fly a blue and white sky as far as the eye may see--a broad flag for the streets, and a narrow, wavering penno…
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