Tuesday, December 19, 2023

Pour, bookshop and woodsmoke.

1. The espresso for our affogato comes in a little cup with a pouring spout.

2. We discover a barge that is also a bookshop: a tidy, swaying space lined with books of every genre, to suit all tastes. The bookseller sits by the door, welcoming and observing his customers from a tangle of blankets, beard and hair.

3. Walking along a canal; the smell of woodsmoke from the stoves on the narrowboats.

Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.

1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...