Paris is grey. Aged stone of different shades of grey. It’s buildings that have seen history happen around them and which wear their ages well. It’s skinny rues and wide avenues, and puddles on uneven streets. Cafés with wicker chairs gathered around small tables with ashtrays on them, sweating under plastic canopies. The cafés always seem…
Tag: life
What I think about when I think about thinking about running
I started running almost 18 months ago. If you think my next sentence is going to be: ‘So now I’m training for my first half marathon, after doing six 10ks and a handful of 5ks’, well, my friend, you have more faith in me than I do. I’ve racked up a grand total of two 5k…
Sometimes it’s like you’re sitting on a wire
F1000019, a photo by Aoife B on Flickr. Crows: Taken one day on the way to work (right) and the way from work (left) in Newbridge, last year, using a Golden Half
Sweet Oblivion 