20 Feb 2015 Every time we turn the corner, we see a familiar face. This is the nature of a neighborhood parade. As it swells into the Quarter, we break off to find food. 0
31 Jan 2015 Here we have the front gate of our old estate in Covent Garden where we lived for 6 years with the Naked Man. Literally around the corner from the market, our estate housed neighbors who were elderly or mental patients released early or writers or retired physicists turned mosaic artists. The garden parties were epic. The motto was “It’s not a party until someone vomits in the flower bed.” 0
