Chapter 806 Rag Doll(Incest/Taboo):>Ep58

• Walking around the town centre was a unique experience; twice I nearly got mown-down by on-coming traffic because I was looking the wrong way when I crossed the street (we drive on the left in England, so traffic is usually coming from the right, and I kept forgetting myself and looking right as I stepped out; only Rick's reflexes saved me several times from getting smeared, until I figured-out that the cross-walks were probably the only way to cross the street safely).
• I was amazed at the width of the streets; back home, Carlisle is a medieval city, or what's left of one, and like most English cities, the street plan echoes the village streets and ancient cattle tracks they were 900 years ago; the grid pattern of the streets here fascinated me, it all seemed so logical and well-ordered.
• Rick and I wandered through shops and a few small pedestrian precincts, taking in the sights and sounds of a major American city (well, bigger than Carlisle, anyway!) noting familiar names like McDonald's and Starbucks, and just soaking up the atmosphere of somewhere so foreign and yet so familiar; I'd seen American cities so often on TV that it all looked very familiar indeed, but to be suddenly surrounded by that accent as well, for real, was almost overwhelming.