tales from an ordinary world

2002-04-28

In the morning I'd got up early to go to a friend's breakfast, and since I'd arrived in Malvern half an hour too early I set off west down High St, looking in windows, watching these mid-upper-class cafe-dwellers. Past the art/print galleries. Past where Death By Chocolate used to be, many years ago. One cafe across the street seemed dominated by parked bicycles leaning along the entire front and side. It seemed like a photo opportunity, but by the time I came back along past it, the cyclists were all leaving. So I kept walking, and turned up the music.