Sentence examples for cityscape it was from inspiring English sources

During a recent stroll through Stratford's gleaming new cityscape it was hard to judge what is lasting change and what facade: For all the celebrations of a multicultural and multifaith Olympics, some Muslim residents fasting for Ramadan complained that their local mosque had been shut down by an Olympic roadblock, forcing them to travel 45 minutes to another district.

Though Mr. Parker also painted in oils — portraits and floral still lifes as well as cityscapes — it was his pen-and-ink work of aspects of Manhattan's architectural profile that garnered the most attention.

He used to love painting such cityscapes: it was enough to drench a sheet of watercolor paper in a puddle, then with one wide stroke create a golden sky over gray vistas, drop in multicolored cubes of houses, and in the foreground a car of an emerald hue that doesn't exist in nature and the reflection of that chemically pure color in a rippled puddle.

In the cityscapes it's literally about the ways of getting from one place to the other, and the interconnections between places that you see more clearly when you are looking down from an elevated perspective.

A 400-year-old panoramic engraving of London that depicts the cityscape before it was ravaged by the Great Fire has sold for £106,000 at auction.

And as the cityscape changes, it is hard not to feel nostalgic.In a region that has lost much of its architectural heritage Yangon is the last city to have its colonial core intact.

While the gritty cityscape around it is transformed into modern glass and steel structures and riverfront paths, City Hall itself, a 99-year-old Beaux-Arts brick structure where the City Council meets beneath a stained-glass rotunda, will remain physically unchanged.

The making-of documentary brags about its authentic wobbly bronze swords and meticulously perfect cityscapes, but it's hard to see why you'd go to the trouble if you're just going to fill the marketplace with llamas.

But otherwise much of the historic cityscape is now as it was in August 1939, on the eve of World War II, when my father, Adam Ulam, left to embark on one of the last boats out of Poland, never to return.

The surprise in it was a cityscape, of a corner in the Village where three streets intersect; although only nine by six inches, it is a crowded, complex scene, with moving figures and interlocking buildings.

By then, Greenpoint was no longer green -- it was a gray, Dickensian cityscape – and Newtown Creek was one of the most polluted waterways in the country.