#330: Regent Street
‘Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel… City of Night?’ – Jim Morrison
‘Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel… City of Night?’ – Jim Morrison
Looking out at the village from the kitchen window.
Frozen in the winter’s chill.
‘He could tell by the way animals walked that they were keeping time to some kind of music. Maybe it was the song in their own hearts that they walked to.’ – Laura Adams Armer, Waterless Mountain
‘The most dangerous drink is gin. You have to be really, really careful with that.’ – Dylan Moran
Another cold start in the north… No filter, just a slightly shaky hand on account of the temperature.