Coming back from a little stroll in Stockbridge where we had taken fine lodgings for a few nights, i spied this being crouched. I at first thought he was down on his luck but in fact he is is the landlord of the St Bernard Bar, a fine if odd establishment which we duly visited one evening.
On several mornings we took in the delights of Patisserie Florentin for exquisite coffee and pastries. Next door was the over hyped The Pantry which we also visited but found somewhat lacking in charm and, people willing to talk to me. Apart from dearest Eve, obviously.
And, there are still snaps of mine to look at here
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There’s a timelessness to that picture which is wonderful. The landlord must be an interesting guy, just chilling on the pavement.
I clicked on your here, I felt safe so to do, and was quickly reminded that I have insufficient whelm so early in the day for such wonder. I will be returning. Beautiful. I really think it’s time for a book.
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