您可能会想象魔术在机场停了下来，并且在很大程度上就停止了。当我们回到伦敦时，天空被阴沉而沉重。来自机场的公共汽车司机很沮丧且无能为力。街道似乎是破旧而肮脏的，人们面得酸。但我怀疑，这就是每个人的回家。当他们从其他地方返回时，巴黎人可能会感到同样的感觉。
(You might imagine that the magic stopped at the airport, and to a great extent it did. When we arrived back in London, the skies were overcast and heavy. The bus driver from the airport was morose and unkempt; the streets seemed run-down and dirty, the people sour-faced. But that, I suspect, is how coming home is for everyone; Parisians probably felt the same when they returned from somewhere else.)