It's been a pretty dreich day today but at least we're getting some rain. We've had quite a cloudy week. What is it Mr Elliott said of Mr Prufrock? 'Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherised upon a table..." The photo on the computer? 'Memories' of walking with Emma in the early morning sunshine as the market was being set up in Nice.
A fuller picture of the markets...
Just remembered another 'memory' from Nice and line to match from Mr Prufrock...
...I grow old...I grow old...I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach...
Think I've done my dash for the day dear readers.
Au revoir!
