A Day of Drips

Important things when travelling. Timetables, knowing where you are and the shower. Getting the temperature right is a science. Not squirting water out the door helps. I always forget to read the bottles on the shower shelf. I mostly grab the most interesting shape – which is only partly visible, and give my hair a good old squirt. That squeezy bottle could be industrial strength Draino. But they all work.

Sparkling clean I leave the apartment and dodge the drizzle in the hunt for the Dixon St Deli. It is a grey day. Another bearded fellow (showered?) Perches happily outside reading the progress on the unblocking of the Suez Canal.

Menu and prices for the Tuesday 30th March. 2021.

Large flat white. Friendly staff and a cheery wave when I leave ~ is this a good or a bad sign?

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