Attending an appointment on the north side of the city recently,
I had some time to spare and went for a wander.
I turned off the main road into a courtyard …
… and felt like I’d wandered into a city in some far-distant, foreign land.
Narnia, perhaps.
(The lamp-post was there, but not the snow.)
Or Paris?
London, maybe.
So what is the definition of ‘roam’, anyway?
It means to ramble.
Wander.
Rove.
I like the thought of rambling through my own home-town —
— of exploring and finding new places.
Of being at home in my own, exotic world.
What a lovely find!