Take the last twenty-four hours in this place. What did they bring me? Sure, a good dinner, just a short walk up from the loft. A bit over-priced, but very good nonetheless (see post below). Preceded by a drink called la Vie en Rosé.
What else?
A loud train passing just outside my windows. A very loud train, tooting with the full force of a heavy hand sitting on the claxon.
A walk on nearby State Street, where construction has been ongoing. For years.
…and where all sorts of musicians find a warm spot on the sidewalk.
A market with the colors of late summer.
A deranged human being standing outside my apartment building at 4 am, shouting expletives for twenty minutes straight… before moving on to another building further down.
A musician playing all instruments all at the same time
Flowers at my local flowershop, going for 50 cents a stem. I’m known there by now. If they put out a street sign announcing a sale on stems, they know I’ll come in on the way home from work. Here, I took these off their hands. They’re resting at a café table. I’m known at the café as well. It's Jo's. Yes, the same: medium skim latte, extra hot.
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I do believe that downtown Madison is the best place to live in the world, and this post explains exactly why!
(Also, great memories of our day together--thanks, Mom!)
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