Strange things happen in the city, I’m lucky that I have been spared quite a few of them. When the family lived in Primrose Hill, in London, the war was on. My father was only a young boy when he … Continue reading
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This door really had me puzzled. The entrance way was wide and flanked with two stone columns. That massive, but fading headpiece, made me believe that there was an amazing door hidden behind these two wood panels with a sturdy pad … Continue reading
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I was dashing along towards the train station and suddenly stopped in my tracks. It’s funny how you can pass by something all the time and never see it, but today, these old iron railings, what remains of them anyway, … Continue reading
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Sometimes taking a red-eye isn’t the smartest thing to do. I got some sleep on the plane only to be woken up far too soon. Boston was warm, hot actually, and very sunny. As I headed towards baggage, I was … Continue reading
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