There was this restaurant which hadn't been on my radar as a destination, but the one we’d meant to go to told us on the phone Our last seating is at 8:45 on Sunday, and it was 8:35 already, so. So we opted for this New American place also in the Bywater. Trendy. When we… Continue reading A Late Sunday in The Bywater
Day twenty-four: When at last she’d completed ministrations to her old-new house in such ways that compelled her, she returned to the leathery old box— a delicious reward. Retrieved from its out-of-the-way place of safe-keeping (much to Cat's chagrin), she opened it. It contained the following: + One journal; worn but not ruined + One… Continue reading Day twenty-four: The mystery had only just begun
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 