the centre of London lived to the quiet rythm of a gigantic mechanic elephant this WE. Despite the rain (but the sun came out too!), thousands of us followed him and his friend (a giant puppet girl) around the streets of St James (near Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus, St James Park).
It proved a very popular event, except with drivers, as roads were closed as the elephant went along.
It was slow, yes, but how magical! I was quite moved by the crowd around me, a sparkle in their eyes. I certainly hadnt been surprised by a mysterious, magical thing like that for a while. Since childhood perharps? The show was criticised as "infantilist", but if infantilism means not being jaded, and looking at something speechless because it is magical and beautiful, then be it.
Escrito por M.C. a las 9 de Mayo 2006 a las 01:38 PM