Curiosity

I took a long walk to escape a house full of workmen and paint fumes. Went to one of my favourite seaglass-hunting haunts, found some seaglass, got too cold and then warmed up in a café.

Here I was taking a detour, because there was a path I often passed but never took and I was curious to see where it lead. It lead here, to an irresistible photograph, and then later came out on the rear platform of a train station.

Sang Les Mis songs under my breath on the way home.

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