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.