Friday, June 24, 2005

Open, run and cool.

1. In the precinct there are quite often Bolivian buskers in bowler hats and ponchos. They play breathy pan-pipe music. Walking home I spotted the street sweeper teaching them a new song. He sang it quietly and rather hesitantly and they piped along.

2. A very small boy racing his dad down the street: 'Run, Daddy, run.'

3. People sitting on their doorsteps last thing at night.

Escape, tulips and samosa.

1. This morning, I'm piling into a car with friends to escape into the Weald, where we will visit a garden planted with 45,000 tulips. 2...