Left Unsaid
It is Sunday morning and the street outside is busy with all of its usual Sunday morning activity. A long line of people are waiting quietly at the butcher shop. … Continue reading
Rue des Rosiers
The falafel shops of Rue des Rosiers in the 4th arrondissement give a great alternative to the meatiness of Paris, and we have been going to them for years. This … Continue reading
The Metal Plate
Porte de Lilas (No.8) was walked in a soft drizzle. It was a short and almost a completely downhill walk. Simon slid over a metal trap door sort of thing … Continue reading
The Wooden Bow-Tie
Our friend Bibi gave me one of the more obscure presents of my life. It could not have gone to a better person. Perhaps she knew of my poem about … Continue reading
Missing Em
I miss Em. I miss Em every day. Sometimes I miss her when I am out and about. Sometimes I miss her at home when I expect to see her … Continue reading
Crossing Pont Mirabeau
Saturday’s walk from Porte d’Orleans (no.6) was a good one. All of the walks are good. All good. All different. All full of things to see and to think about. … Continue reading
Twenty pieces
The Post Office is always a problem. Over the years, there has been more and more pressure on machinery and fewer counter people. At our nearest post office, it is … Continue reading
The Format of The Small Shop
Paris is perhaps still the best city in which to celebrate the small shop. I was thinking cursorily of Walther Benjamin’s Arcades, and the wonderful film of all the inhabitants … Continue reading
Mystery Tattoo Club
Would you want to be a member? I suppose it’s where they are kept, and I suppose it could be argued that the more mysterious, the better. The most discrete … Continue reading
notes from an urban hibernation 