Not everyone loves cities. This from travel writer Paul Theroux: “Cities look like monstrous cemeteries to me, the buildings like brooding tombstones. I feel lonely and lost in the litup necropolis, nauseated by the traffic fumes, disgusted by the food smells, puzzled by the faces and the banal frenzy.”
I was reminded of this by a letter to the Herald a couple of months ago. The writer complained about the new houses springing up around Auckland looking like over-scale sentry boxes pushed together, edging along streets barely spacious enough for cars, let alone decent sized trees.