I went to the town centre yesterday, for a quick top up. For the first time in months, I walked in the narrow alleyway that has branches of a fig tree from a nearby garden covering it as if was a roof of greenery. I blogged about it before a number of times. It is maybe my favourite spot in this town. I am not entirely certain why, although it probably has a lot to do with the fig tree. When I walk there, I feel as if I'm in Italy for a moment, which I guess is enough to make it my favourite bit of street in this town. So anyway, I quickly took this snapshot for the blog. It's not exactly a perfect shot, but quite I like the display of green leaves and daylights.
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.
Sunday, 9 August 2020
The fig tree
I went to the town centre yesterday, for a quick top up. For the first time in months, I walked in the narrow alleyway that has branches of a fig tree from a nearby garden covering it as if was a roof of greenery. I blogged about it before a number of times. It is maybe my favourite spot in this town. I am not entirely certain why, although it probably has a lot to do with the fig tree. When I walk there, I feel as if I'm in Italy for a moment, which I guess is enough to make it my favourite bit of street in this town. So anyway, I quickly took this snapshot for the blog. It's not exactly a perfect shot, but quite I like the display of green leaves and daylights.
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