As the train slowed on its way into Houston Station, the two young American tourists opposite spotted a tall thin structure out the window and wondered what it was. It was like all my Christmasses had come together. Not only did I know a thing, but I had two customers for the thing I knew.
“It’s the Wellington monument,” I told them. “Tallest obelisk in Europe.” They thanked me politely, and a silence fell while I wondered if I was right about it being the tallest in Europe. After a couple of minutes the younger guy drew a deep breath.
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