Haynes Lane Market (down the street where Pizza Hut used to be- get sucked into a time warp- there’s a lady with such a treasure trove of stuff that she may as well live there. She plays trance. I’ll try to dig out some photos of her.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”
I’m pleased to be able to see that Jackie is wearing pants.
Walk round the triangle past the old McDonalds.
There was once some graffiti on here which said ” soon to be another estate agents or coffee shop; a big local debate about whether it was Banksy as it linked directly to a Banksy-esque Grim Reaper painted onto the wall of the then doomed Library.
View from Cafe Paradou on the Parade near the looming Eiffel tower
Food for thought…are we all destined to become couples that only speak to each other over a meal when they have a complaint?