Trolley Boy
Just messing around with sliders at this stage. Watching people pass by while ‘shopping’ was attended to. Some town not too far from Dordrecht and quite close to Bleskensgraaf. That’s all I can tell you. I haven’t got a clue where I was.
Johnsons Court
The narrow alley that some men love to hate. Lined on one side with jewellers displaying trays upon trays of elaborate engagement rings and other expensive trinkets in their windows. Lined on the other side by a very high wall. There truly is no escape. For your wallet at least.
My Fancy Cola
Pass the swanky breads, way past the name-dropping ‘considerably better than you’ vegetables, around the corner where the exclusive sauces and marinades live and over on the opposite side of the decadent coffees and teas in no name jars is where you’ll find me. Waiting for you… Or someone in a Range Rover, whoever finds me first.