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.
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Building No 14
The architect of this church - yes a church, in Carcassonne - must have been a very angry person or perhaps had some weird obsession with power stations of the late 40's.
Slightly reminiscent of the Nine Elms Cold Store (sadly gone) in Vauxhall, London, and other dismal, but strangely captivating edifices, this lurks down a back street near the station. Unfortunately it was shut so I couldn't explore its interior.
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