As well as the fancy brick work (see yesterday's post) the back of this church caught my eye yesterday. It is three storeys high and with those tall, slender windows, quite reminded me of the cathedral in Albi, in the Languedoc region in the south of France. (Albi is also home to the Toulouse-Lautrec museum.)
I rescued a tiny succulent from a crack in the concrete on a street in Parramatta several years ago. I brought it home, found it a pot, and it keeps growing towards the light. Its curious leaves hold so many happy memories from that weekend - of strolling the streets and op-shops with a kindred
With the threat of moving house looming large over my head, I cleaned another shelf this evening. Now I have a neat little box of papers and notebooks a quarter the size it was, ready to trot off to the new place. In amongst the sorting I have come across beautiful little memories - my
