It was a haven, a little island of light in the darkness of

It was a haven, a little island of light in the darkness of the downtown, very like the diner in Edward Hopper's painting 'The Nighthawks'.

📖 Bill Bryson

🌍 American | 👨‍💼 Writer

🎂 December 8, 1951

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In 'Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe', Bill Bryson captures the essence of a unique place he encounters amid the bustling downtown. He compares it to Edward Hopper's iconic painting 'The Nighthawks', evoking a sense of tranquility and refuge. This spot serves as a comforting respite, a little oasis filled with warmth, contrasting starkly against the chaos of the surrounding urban environment.

By likening this haven to Hopper's artwork, Bryson...

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