‘Are you cold?’, I asked the old man in the wheelchair. ‘Not as cold as I could be’, he chuckled. I picked up the grey blanket at his feet and put it back on his lap. He stared ahead so I ignored him and waited for the next lake ferry. Continue reading View from the jetty
Another postcard, this time from Cannes in the South of France.
Cannes, of film festival fame. Red carpets and paparazzi, this is “spot the celebrity” land. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t recognise Bruce Willis if he punched me in the face or Nicole Kidman if she embraced me in comfort, berating bad Bruce. So, sadly I won’t be recognising any celebs today. Continue reading Postcard: Cannes, the old affair
Do you do this too? Change of seasons and you put on another coat. As you put you hands in your pocket you pull out a city map.
New York. End winter, early spring 2012. The map has pen circles on it. China town – go to this restaurant and nowhere else. East Village – great gallery. Starbucks Times Square – meet Jean-Luc. Continue reading Pocket Travel
I’m painting my living room, so my wife made me empty it first. Whatever. And so I discovered things that had become invisible. Things from the past, things with a story. So forget painting, I’m diving into stories past. Continue reading Of timelessness and things