Sunday Lunch
1 March Sunday We were walking for hours in the bright cold. It was a fine thing to have no rain and no threat of rain. When we got hungry … Continue reading
An Urban Dovecote
27 February Friday There is a large dark green dovecote on the rue Reamur. It is raised up on a pole so that it is out of reach of people. … Continue reading
Le Livre Ouvert
26 February Thursday I like seeing all of these people that I do not know. The city is full of people I do not know. As I sit on a … Continue reading
With Wet Ink
25 February Wednesday Today has been wet. It has been raining all day. It has been raining hard all day. There have been a lot of grey and drizzly days … Continue reading
Pencil Shavings
We have decided to make an edition of the shards and pencil shavings of Takesheda Matsutani, which he has never thrown away since the mid nineteen fifties. He has kept … Continue reading
Chartier
Sunday’s menu at Chartier, 7 Rue de Faubourg Montmatre, where I never go these days, but always consider. The big Balzacian Eating Hall of a place always has a queue … Continue reading
Storage
22 February Sunday Sunday is a busy day on the street. The market is open and people line up early to buy meat from the butcher. Up until one o’clock, … Continue reading
Information de l’Utilisateur
23 February Monday The pharmacist gave me ointment for my knee. As I was waiting for the it to dry after my intial application, I looked at the instruction sheet. … Continue reading
Supplying the Circus
24 February Tuesday The Cirque d’Hiver is just up the street. There is a big screen on the outside of the building. It is all flashing lights and images. The … Continue reading
The Two Stephens
Ian Finlay had his Roberts from the past, in his case Robert Colquhoun and Robert Macbryde, indefatigable Scottish painters he met in the London of the late nineteen forties. And … Continue reading
notes from an urban hibernation 