Where I found myself at home
This post title was stealed from the British Museum payoff, but I think it suits perfectly well the city of London as well.
The cat from “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” greeting us, as soon as we arrive at our new house on 14th february.
Drawing at candlelight
“In between
What I find is pleasing and I’m feeling fine”
Where strangers and museums go hand in hand
Where two gentlemen chat of this and that
Where I wonder what is beautiful, what it’s brutalism and what is “vulgar”
Where I (almost) change my mind about ceramics
Monday, the day of good intentions and resolutions