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.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
Building number 8
Actually, more, window number 1, but this could get complicated.
So, building number 8.
In the same area as the sheds - post before - a strange area of Limoux, melancholic, a little forgotten.
I've passed this old shop many times and wondered what it was before the nets went up. I think possibly a hairdressers, or a general everything shop. The jaunty door handles . . . mm, perhaps a café.
What happened? Why empty? When was the last time someone closed the doors, pulled the nets across, fastened the top and bottom locks, and turned their back on it.
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