Wednesday, 23 April 2014
I lived out in the country when I was a kid, and when I read about alleys I wondered what they were like. I didn’t know even if there were many alleys in the US of A, or if they were mostly in Europe.
Then I found out about alleys too narrow for vehicles, and even more dripping with mystery than the usual garbage-can-and-stray-cats alley.
This one is light-filled and pleasant—especially during a rare lunch-out expedition (not counting our Easter picnic).