Although Lyn and I don’t use taxis very often, I’d dearly like a trip with the cabbie mentioned here. He is a poet, and recites verses to customers. He seems to be fairly good at it, too. I love it – where but in the metropolis can you find such things? Here, it seems, artistry naturally juxtaposes with privation, beauty with squalor, in a way even Walter Benjamin might not have envisaged.