Cultural grind
Wednesday, September 17th, 2008All I can recall of Tuesday through to mid afternoon is lying of my top bunk wishing the world would stop trying to force its way into my head in quite so insistent a manner. With a pressing list of cultural sights to be seen in a city that was already making a very strong case to be included in a favourites list this was no occasion to sit at home and feel sorry for myself. So when Rdoc and Arny had returned from lunch we ventured out into the, hopefully unseasonably, cold. [read on]