stratford taxi 2085201112
We turned down a lane so narrow that the ancient jettied houses seemed to lean in, whispering secrets to one another. I felt a slight shiver. In a city like London, a taxi is a utility—a steel cocoon to shield you from the chaos. But in Stratford, the taxi feels like a time machine. You sit in the dark, watching the 16th century glide past the window, illuminated by the halogen glow of streetlamps.
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