What is "townscape"

Usage examples of "townscape".

It was Peter, staring down to the townscape below who spotted him, a large biplane climbing in a wide circle trying to get into position for an attack.

The school occupies an ever serene edge of the townscape, semidetached, more or less scenic, suspended in political calm.

This form of parking was an indispensable part of the American townscape, even when the cars were foreign-made.

The painting was an angular townscape in autumn, with wet streets and blowing leaves.

Only when the train enters the reassuring townscape of North London with its clutter of grimy house-backs and soaring tower blocks do his thoughts calm.

They ricketed over the middling townscape of Ludmead with late-shift workers.

The bench, heaven knows why, faced away from the Seine, and the Maigrets were looking towards a strange townscape carefully guarded and surrounded by iron railings, where the houses were not proper houses but wine warehouses, and the names on the boards were familiar ones to be seen on bottles and, in larger letters, on the gables of farmhouses along the main roads.

He looked away as she glanced in his direction, and as people do, she also looked away and back to the rolling townscape outside.

He gestured at the picturesque townscape outside the window, which vanished suddenly as the train drew into Chelmsford station.

The cluttered, cob-bled-up plaster buildings tumble away from one another and the townscape falls off into the open expanse of plain.

Looking at the weak gray light that seemed to cling to everything, bleeding the townscape of all color, Banks wished he could escape to somewhere warm and sunny for a couple of weeks, find a nice spot on the beach and read novels and biographies and listen to the waves all day.

He has to believe that one day his disparate black and white images of girls, graves, old men and townscapes will be juxtaposed in a book or an exhibition.

The buildings here, too, suggested an intact version of the ruined townscapes back in Little America and Hatfork.

I had tried pretending to be an artist, but when I sat on a stool drawing townscapes in my note-tablet, the inevitable group of gawpers assembled behind me.

And what came back to me, in that semi-conscious state, was nothing more significant than the memory of certain streets, or certain odd townscapes once visited, and, intermittently, the image of a bright garden to which I no longer had access.