corner view ≈ holiday snap

victoria

if the girl can't make it to london, then london needs to make it to the girl, right? i wanted to post something else, something long-be-gone, something sexy even, if i say so myself. when i turned thirteen i got my very first natural bronze. that happened in summery spain, in a village called nules. la vagabonde knows of the place, young as she is. her spark helped me to smell that cow's leather from el corte inglés again, the fat olives in monstrous glass containers, the drying meats on stripy market stalls, mucky sun tan oils sold in the tiny, local mercado.

stationery shop window in greenwich

snap back to reality and alas! the picture i wanted to show you of 13-year-old-me, grinning about in the surf and spitting on sand, sits in a moving box, and the adult me cannot reach for her at this very instant. what to do?

what would my dream destination be, which place always pops to mind, when the words 'holidays' and 'snap'  are being mentioned?

♥ london! ♥

double deck bus into hackney

it's the perfect excuse for me to rummage about in my london archives, and show off a little. [just a tiny little - you'll find a helpful link to your right!]

original EASTENDERS set in hackney - fasett square

and by the way, i am looking forward to seeing your holiday snaps, so i rush over to .... ian's, and theresa's, and ötli's,... ?
oh joy! for we can dream, before our ...

tube sign - russell square