Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton

Thursday, May 17, 2012

One afternoon...

Don't normally wander out at lunch time but with a stuffed up and sniffling nose thought an afternoon stroll may help.

Noticed many more homeless on the streets and closing down sales on every corner. There are exceptions, the  Louis Vuitton, the three story Apple store and Burberrys seems to be doing ok. The $15 barber with the well thumbed copies of RALPH is positively thriving. Maybe it's because the old gents that run the place have been replaced by lovely Japanese ladies.... 

I'm not a scrooge, I did leave a tip after my haircut!