O for the carefree life of a flaneur, a boulevardier, strolling here and there. One entertains these daydreams more or less whenever one has a spare moment. But the reality is very different with deadlines and appointments carving up one’s day. Take a certain Saturday last October. I woke to the falling leaves drifting by my window, the autumn leaves of red and gold...
The Celt · Aug 18, 2020
