the marching line

With the Ides of March approaching,

a few York photos from the month...

Empty square on a Sunday morning.


Empty spaces she's feeling.


I feel summer creepin' in, and I'm tired of this town again.


Well I don't know, but I've been told:
You never slow down -- you never grow old.


March winds will blow all my troubles away.

{In my place}
To a room with some lace,
and paper flowers...


A cream tea at Betty's to celebrate last classes.


Pink sky at night; sailor's delight.

&& off to Germany {Bavaria} on Freitag, mit the Glasmalerei crew !
xx