Flaneuse
As my flight is this evening, checked out of my room and checked my luggage and set off to walk to Downtown.
I contrived part of this through a nice park with a lakeside meandering Japanese garden, but then struck streets again and came to the realisation that the trouble with the map is that it leaves out numerous streets and avenues so gives a very unrealistic notion of the number of blocks in question.
But, anyway, at last I attained to the desired end and immediately had an iced coffee, the day being warm, followed by a sushi lunch: their lunch special was rather larger than I had expected, but I managed.
Alas, the more interesting-looking of the two bookshops in the area does not open until 4pm, by which time I shall have wended. I did visit the other, which turned out to be rather poncey lit-type books along with new-agey stuff and a lot of knickknackery. Including, let us cringe, little ?carved ?pottery 'spirit animals' with a leaflet describing them.
Also The New Bohemians Handbook:Come home to good vibes: we think this misses the entire point of being a bohemian, which involves getting home somehow in a fog of absinthe and opium and waking with a massive hangover wondering what happened last night, and going to see, once crawling out of bed is possible, whether any poetry was committed under the inspiration.
There is a Sculpture Walk, works sponsored by local businesses, etc: some of the works are quite pleasant but I could do without the creators' artistic statements. This entry was originally posted at https://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2933026.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
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