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.
Saturday, 18 October 2014
A pub in autumn
This is a picture of a local pub I took back in 2012. I say it is local, but to say it is local is an understatement: it is very local, in an almost forgotten part of town. It is an old and old fashioned pub, with old customers, old furniture, old stuff all around. When I was unemployed, I used to go there very often, trying new beers, or just drinking something non alcoholic. Now I only go there on very rare occasions. When I remember it exists. But anyway, I went there for a beer tonight. And it reminded me of the picture I took back in 2012. I thought it looked quite nice.
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ReplyDeleteMust be nice to have quaint old places so near to you. I live in a new, modern, clean city that caters to tourists...bah! There is no charm here, no cool architecture or old buildings hardly left. What I wouldn't give to live in some place with history and charm an most of all...AUTUMN! Thanks for posting, the color on the trees in back is lovely! (PS...I deleted my first comment because I misspelled architecture by mistake, ha.)
ReplyDeleteLooks nice. There's this terrible faux Irish bar around the corner from my house that I want to buy and convert into a tiki bar.
ReplyDeleteAaaah, a tiki bar.