I really loved The God of Small Things. I read it about twenty years ago and still remember how devastated I felt by it.
Really interested in what you said about Pantin too, and of course I'm thinking about Clichy. You know I love Paris, but in some ways I feel it's a deceptive city, not entirely honest about its workings. I also found Edinburgh to be like that, when I lived there in the noughties: the bits that felt the most real were also the bits that were pushed out of sight. That's what makes both cities aesthetically special of course.
Relatedly, the first time I met Rod, we were wandering through Le Marais and there was a jazz trio busking on a corner. We stopped and I was gazing delightedly at them, listening, feeling very in love with the place, when Rod murmured 'This is not Paris, by the way.' Haha. And I guess he's right – it was about as Paris as the changing of the guard is London. Still great though!
Ahhh! Sunday is much nicer with your lovely pen pal in it Hannah! Salt and Lineaker!😂😂
France hammered us in the football ,oh dear! I remember the glory days of the 1966 world cup! Oft quoted and sung about in reverential joy... never repeated!
Love your Gen Z boy watercolour, actually, those of the Gen Z generation I have had the pleasure to meet, have been friendly . Open minded and charming. Ive always enjoyed how youngsters view the world. Poles apart from us old timers eh? Hope your teeth are better Hannah x
I really loved The God of Small Things. I read it about twenty years ago and still remember how devastated I felt by it.
Really interested in what you said about Pantin too, and of course I'm thinking about Clichy. You know I love Paris, but in some ways I feel it's a deceptive city, not entirely honest about its workings. I also found Edinburgh to be like that, when I lived there in the noughties: the bits that felt the most real were also the bits that were pushed out of sight. That's what makes both cities aesthetically special of course.
Relatedly, the first time I met Rod, we were wandering through Le Marais and there was a jazz trio busking on a corner. We stopped and I was gazing delightedly at them, listening, feeling very in love with the place, when Rod murmured 'This is not Paris, by the way.' Haha. And I guess he's right – it was about as Paris as the changing of the guard is London. Still great though!
Ahhh! Sunday is much nicer with your lovely pen pal in it Hannah! Salt and Lineaker!😂😂
France hammered us in the football ,oh dear! I remember the glory days of the 1966 world cup! Oft quoted and sung about in reverential joy... never repeated!
Love your Gen Z boy watercolour, actually, those of the Gen Z generation I have had the pleasure to meet, have been friendly . Open minded and charming. Ive always enjoyed how youngsters view the world. Poles apart from us old timers eh? Hope your teeth are better Hannah x