The streets of central London were curiously empty for a weekday afternoon, but then the City was still in its liminal phase between the end of late-lunch and the start of rush-hour. I was somewhere on Shaftesbury Avenue, and it struck me as peculiarly Chicago-like, perhaps not in any quantifiable way, but simply in the affective sense of great-
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