On the corner of the Rue Pocquet de Livonnieres and the Place de Pilori there is a patisserie which bakes fine bread, good cakes and serves decent coffee. There are metal orange tables and chairs outside and it’s a good spot to have breakfast and watch Angers come to life each morning. I buy aContinue reading “Rue Pocquet de Livonnieres”
Category Archives: France
Notes for a War Diary
The word ‘agate’ had to be looked up because I realised I only had a vague notion of what ‘agate’ might be. It seemed a small, trifling thing, referenced in Franz Hessel’s lovely book Walking in Berlin. As he describes, ‘In the evening of that overfilled day, I was welcomed into the home of anContinue reading “Notes for a War Diary”
A Day in Boulogne Sur Mer
I like Boulogne-sur-Mer and its shabby-chic and tatty edges. It’s a port and port-towns are usually without airs and graces, pomp and circumstances and many other cliches. There is something about the proximity to the sea and all that has meant historically and still means today. The fear of the people as storms prevent theContinue reading “A Day in Boulogne Sur Mer”
A Sea Crossing
It’s important to go with the flow. Checking in 90 minutes before the ferry is due to sail. Turning up at the passenger terminal 20 minutes before then. Waiting patiently because the hand held computer-machine which is used to scan passports isn’t working. Talking to the P&O worker about the over-use of technology, of technologyContinue reading “A Sea Crossing”
Cornucopia City 