Sunday, March 29th, 2009
An alleyway I remember
Tall houses, all stone and plaster, obscure much of the light, but not dull - rather dark, moody and romantic.
Balconies, plant boxes, a few people idly lean and chat (employed by the tourist board to stand around with floppy hats and not-so-floppy bicycles looking eternally artisan and irreparably cool.)
Maybe their hats were designed by Dali.
A little pink wind charm flower rotates on the side of a building and the people are gone now as cold raindrops pierce the gentle air. And the washing hangs on the balconies slowly getting wetter.