‘Nevertheless, we’ll be gone from here before it begins.’
A city disappearing under festival posters.
That will be the memory.
I bought all my pronunciation could carry.
Le Bar Américain holding Wimbledon on an outdoor Bravia.
Table service ought to be sporadic, selective.
Show of authenticity.
Churches’ convenient distances (how many within bell-shot?).
‘Only of so much interest to non-Catholics, perhaps.’
The phrasebook covers us to the laundromat.
Tourist argues with the girl behind the desk: surely a gallery that only takes an hour should advertise as such(!)
Striding, intent on the next photo... only to gatecrash a raincoat group shot.
A grey sky needs a garden.
I don’t know a word.