Angels at the window

Without Stopping

Spring in London

Term break for all the children Paul’s wife and 3 littleones (who are absolutely gorgeous G-o-r-g-e-o-u-s are on the houseboat so I have escaped. Inventing excuses

pretending to be at work just to be alone

Breakfast at the Picasso - Some day I will write a book about all the small cafe’s with famous names - The Mona Lisa is the closest to the boat but today I swanned into the Picasso - feeling quite the modernist. Just a few old Chelsea artist types at their regular tables….grey hair and plummy accents - 

i sit with my bitter morning coffee - so so much better than starbucks…..listening to conversations

Paul Bowles

wow

someone is actually speaking about Paul Bowles and I am dragged back through bookshelves to battered paperbacks and dreams or Morocco.  I want to think about Kurt Schwitters and aaron Copland again

so the past 3 hours have be spent lost here: 

http://www.paulbowles.org

 I am smitten again