When I look out of the window, I see
Now, it's your turn. What can you see from your window? Is it a busy neigbourhood, a quiet park, high skyscrapers which seem to touch the clouds?
Share your pictures and write a blog entry describing what you see, what you like and what you don't like.
London
As I look out of this window I can see a big long river with boats on it. There are a lot of people walking quickly along the riverside. I can also see some strange looking capsules identical to my window with other people inside. They are also looking down at this big city. I can see a variety of buildings, all different shapes and sizes and it seems a very busy place to be.
The city, the shores and the mountains
When you look out of a window, you can see lovely views of blue waters and snow capped peaks everywhere and, of course, the Space Needle. This huge tower offers panoramic views of the city, the shores of the Puget Sound and the mountains.
Where am I? What's the name of this city?
I am at a hotel and when I look out of the room window, the first thing I see is a big church and its high towers. I think it is a cathedral. I also see a big square. There are a lot of people. They are sitting at a cafeteria or a bar. I don't know. My room is very high and I can see the roofs. They are orange and black.
In the distance, there are high mountains, too.
Today, it's cloudy.
Taxis and big signs
---I see so many yellow taxis. There are always many people and many cars. There are also people on the street selling hot dogs, chips, and other food for all the people that walk by. Directly across the street is a theater and very big signs announcing tickets to see The Lion King on Broadway. There are lots of signs and adverts; some are for Coca-Cola, Nike, or even the new Zara store. There is also a subway station. It says "Times Square." The thing I like the most is that nothing is the same. All the people are very different, all the signs are very different, all the shops and restaurants and cars I see are very different but they all pass in front of my window.
When I look out of the window I see a small street in a village in Morocco. There are some blue houses and a shop with pretty things I can buy. There is a boy from the village walking in the street. The street is very small and cars can't drive there.(Marisol,12)
