Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Maaarr-MITE... Mooo-MENTS...
Oh my goodness... Where on earth can i be?! Marmite and Bovril? Heinz
Baked Beans? Coleman's Mustard? CURLYWHIRLYS, for crying out loud?!!!
i must be dreaming... This can't be happening...
Either that, or i've been run over by a Vélib and against all
expectations ended up in some sort of quaint little English corner
store heaven... But then i remember!
It was just after the abstract mystic poetry section in W H Smith, the
oldest English language book shop in Paris, so they say, when all of a
sudden, on turning a metaphorical corner in my mind i came upon this
little haven of paste, i mean peace...
It's a somewhat romanticised Dickensian vision, in all its computer-
enhanced glory, this pic here, but it's nevertheless a curious
surprise and a gentle hark back to the days remembered by some when
there was, in fact, an English tea shop upstairs at Smiths...
(A Paris iPhone street photograph by Sab Will for the 'Paris and I'
photo blog)
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