The cotton candy colored terraced houses along a narrow road. Believe it or not, it's a 2 way street which requires the garbage truck to back all the way up the road if there's another car coming from the opposite direction.
I didn't realize you could have half of a house number!
Catching up with a friend while taking in the majestic cathedral where Jane Austen was laid to rest.
Local artists' work displayed under the arches of a 750 year old church and along the street which was used in parts of Les Miserables film starring the yummy Hugh Jackman and gorgeous Anne Hathaway.
One of the dozens of churches that dot around the city center.
The exuberance of a child who doesn't know the word t-i-r-e-d
I'm often asked by friends if I prefer London or Paris. I love both and visit them often. Yes, the two cities are vibrant, charming, exciting, often over-romanticized in books and are full of contrasts if you scratch below the surface. BUT....... I'm also relieved when I get on that train to come home to the little medieval town I live in. My senses are wired from the lights, noise, crowd, architecture, the plethora of every imaginable entertainment available to humankind and I shut down, much like my MacBook when I run multiple browsers for too long.
I find myself having to recharge and be surrounded by nature before I'm ready to take on London again. I often pretend I'm a tourist and lug around a camera around my neck, much to the amusement of my friends and shopkeepers who know me. Kids run around the thousand year old buildings playing duck-duck-goose or hide and seek or hoist a large shopping bag full of bread to feed the ducks and swans along the river that meanders along the edges of the town center. The strong current of the Itchen pushes the wheel of thousand year old restored mill which grinds the wheat into flour.
Hope you've enjoyed a glimpse into my little world!