Wednesday

The street where I live

Top-top is on a narrow street, so mercifully there isn't any through traffic unless it's coming to visit me. It's not the easiest street to find, as Mr Kelly, my builder, will attest. He finally arrived after having been to the Mairie to ask for directions, even there being met by shrugs of uncertainty. I'd sent him a photo of the house to help. Although the pigeonnier is elevated, it can only be seen from L&A's (where it's almost the West Wing) and the immediate neighbours. It's a bit out of the way, and I like that.

Recently some people were searching for a party going on down the road. They were holding a little map, asked me in French did I know rue Saint Laurent? I was proud to point them in the right direction with absolute certainty. It is, after all, where I live. This is my neighbour's garden, what you see right outside my front gate, on my secret street.


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