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20 September 2009


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Your photos show small shops facing the street, with residences upstairs. This model, also greatly evident in Paris, is something Americans never figured out.

Instead, we generally prefer to segregate our living space from our working space. The result is soulless urban areas that are deserted after working hours, and cookie cutter residences that are deserted during the workdays.

I particularly love your reference to "retail therapy". I intend to appropriate your term the next time I need new shoes.

Oh, I love those elegant old arcades and shop fronts, too! I always find myself wondering about the lives of those people who first opened a shop there.

And that cheese shop definitely looks worth a visit!

As someone who has only been able to dip in and out over the years, I'm learning so much about London from this series of posts. But I am familiar with these two shops and that perfume (which was worn by some character in a novel I read many years ago and I just had to seek out. As you do).

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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