I'm becoming boring ... unfortunate in someone who blogs .
It's become so bad that the other day as I walked into a shop , the young assistant didn't even blink and just carried on moaning into her 'phone , "Yes , I know so-o quiet . Only loads of women with grey hair ." , and didn't notice that , having cast a glance at her bemotto-ed cushions ( so last year ... a bit like me , obviously ) I'd left . I can be sniffy , too, you know .
Luckily I was in Deventer , a smallish town I like inordinately and promptly found lots of better things to do .
It's full of narrow alleyways , full of nice surprises .
Like the big working river , full of barges , just at the end of this lane
Or this imposing gate in an alley only wide enough for one small passerby
The spray of orchids in someone's window box
or these very blue and very perfect trumpets winding up a drainpipe .
There are dozens of little shops and they're , all but one , packed with interesting things ... I liked the way this one , full of bricabrac , even when forced by illness to close for business had found something pretty to write the message on . Who else remembers collecting angel scraps at school ?
The street names ; Long Bishop Street , Short Bishop Street , Behind The Monks ...
the tempting bars and the way that just round the corner there are two Cuban cafes and a proper tapas bar for the witch to sober up in ...
The shop that just calls itself THE Bread Shop .
And , of course , the best street decoration I've seen this summer ... dozens and dozens of rainbow coloured brollies everywhere .