English vocabulary: City & places – 34 words with pictures, audio & printable flashcards

London is a very big city.

There are no buildings.

The street is big and dark.

and... your address is in it.

Marco is a baker in a small town.

Leo sees a green park.

Margaret was a leader in the village.

She put down her pen and looked out the window toward the tower.

Everyone in the neighbourhood knew Marco's shop.

But the Carnival is six months of women in community centres hand-sewing feathers.

Behind her, across the village square, the old bell was silent in its tower.

She came across the discrepancy while interviewing elderly residents of the glen.

I am at the bridge.

she said she follows accounts related to urban wellness and running because she runs marathons.

Paul was walking up the lane, wearing their father's old green jacket.

He was not just a clock; he was a friend to the neighborhood.

He is at the big Roman bath.

He caught up to the man near a narrow passage between two buildings.

They were eating rice and peas on folding chairs with the float looming above them like a feathered monument.

He stood on the sidewalk and looked at it.

Edwin stood on the pavement and looked around.

The route ran over uneven cobblestones, and a pancake did not like to be flipped at speed.

In the silence of the night, the mural had existed for the stars and the streetlights, and apparently, for this man.

'And my grandmother is waiting' at the corner of Fifth and Oak.

The blue door has a number.

The station has a sign.

14 Maple Street...

'This cafe is our usual place,' the young woman explains.

The town was small, with one high street and old stone buildings that looked as if they had been there forever.

She sees a red telephone box.

This is not because of the distance alone, but because of everything that comes with it: the tidal currents that shift every six hours, the water that sits at a relentless fourteen degrees Celsius, and the shipping lanes where cargo vessels the size of apartment blocks move without concern for lone human bodies.

But the Carnival is six months of women in community centres hand-sewing feathers.

She went to the town hall that afternoon to speak with Mr. Hollis.

'And my grandmother is waiting' at the corner of Fifth and Oak.