old york

This morning I went back to the village for a little photo rejuvenation facial. Walked by the apartment and felt sad. Someone had pulled the curtains and opened the windows to my used-to-be bedroom.

I should really be unpacking and rearranging – so when I come home I’ll have something a little more orderly than mess to come home to. But I’m not. And I wont. I know me. And I know me will stay in boxes and suitcases for the next several months.

He says he’s moving to Bath on our return. Bath is gorgeous and perfect and just what I use to want; but yesterday I walked through The Shambles of that not-at-all-new York…..and fell a little bit in love.

The streets look too Hollywood, too storybook to be real. But they are – and always have been.

I love standing in the middle of it all. Feeling and knowing that for a thousand years people have lived to become things here.

He says I’ll hate the tourists. I say, I’ll cope.