Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 4 April 2014
I thought about writing this post during my last evening walk. This is a (bad) picture of one of my favourite spots in this town. It is officially a road, but truly it is only an alley. Short and narrow. This is the alley I take every time I go to the local library. I once mentioned it here. Why do I love it so much? I think the wall and its narrowness gives it a certain secluded aspect. It almost looks like an outdoor's secret passage, or a forgotten pathway. Except it has pavement. All the same, you really feel like you are in on a secret, walking there. And there is the fig tree coming from the private garden on the other side of the wall. With the crooked branches that look almost like ghostly limbs. It is pretty with a touch of mystery.