England feels crowded compared to the NW US, even compared to New York. People brush against you as you pass them on the pavements, the tube staircases, mounting and dismounting the trains. The tube stations are warm and muggy laced with the stench of sweat, and its only April.
Sidewalk person-to-person collision avoidance weaving is required, not optional. Here in Leicester square, Alfred Gilbert’s statue of Eros has his own space above the crowds on the originally much maligned Shafetsbury memorial fountain from where he threatens passers-by with a dose of love, intended as a representation of christian charity.