Not entirely by accident, I just listened to U2’s “Miss Sarajevo.” In it, Pavarotti sings a part in Italian, which translates like this:
You say that the river
finds the way to the sea
and like the river
you will come to me
beyond the borders
and the dry lands
You say that like a river
like a river…
the love will come
And I don’t know how to pray anymore
and in love I don’t know how to hope anymore
and for that love I don’t know how to wait anymore
On a different note, it seems that, while not all rivers flow through great cities, all great cities have rivers flowing through them.
Next time I’m in Berlin, London, Paris and/or New York, I have to remember to take pictures of die Spree, the Thames, la Seine*, the East River and the Hudson.
Sofia, on the other hand, has the tiny Perlovska River passing through it. Flowing seems too powerful of a verb to use in reference to its meager stream, which is easily negligible and really only seems to be an excuse for a river. Popularly known among its residents as The Channel, its name has been appropriated by one of the city’s main road arteries, the Evlogi Georgiev Boulevard, which runs along its two sides.
*Update: A mere year and a half later, I’m happy to report that taking a photo of the Seine has been accomplished! See here. In the meantime, I also managed to hover on bridges over several other rivers, including the Ljubljanica River in Ljubljana, the Nervión River in Bilbao and the Tarn River in Albi.