It sits at the side of a prominent road in the town centre like a depressed lego brick; seems to have no purpose, but no for sale sign on it either. The paint colour suggests a bruise, apart from the top which has a fresh layer of concrete - as if the top of the building had tried to escape from the rest of itself. The doorway is a yawn and the shutters sleepy. I wonder if someone added the small quarry tile decoration in an attempt to liven it up.
Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Monday, 30 July 2012
Building No 3
As part of my series on odd buildings, I snapped this one in St Girons on the way to the St Lizier music festival.
It sits at the side of a prominent road in the town centre like a depressed lego brick; seems to have no purpose, but no for sale sign on it either. The paint colour suggests a bruise, apart from the top which has a fresh layer of concrete - as if the top of the building had tried to escape from the rest of itself. The doorway is a yawn and the shutters sleepy. I wonder if someone added the small quarry tile decoration in an attempt to liven it up.
Dental surgery? Ministry of boredom? Concrete storage facility . . .?
It sits at the side of a prominent road in the town centre like a depressed lego brick; seems to have no purpose, but no for sale sign on it either. The paint colour suggests a bruise, apart from the top which has a fresh layer of concrete - as if the top of the building had tried to escape from the rest of itself. The doorway is a yawn and the shutters sleepy. I wonder if someone added the small quarry tile decoration in an attempt to liven it up.
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