I've been writing my small stones but haven't had a chance to post them.
Here are the ones that have been missing.
11th Jan
The Chinese Bookshop
I cannot comprehend their alien symmetries but the pages paint pictures on my eyes and I continue to browse. A new meaning to "just looking"
13th Jan (12th was already posted}
He is selling frozen eels from a box in the market square, smashing them into smaller pieces with a hammer.
14th Jan
The three-wheeled rubbish cart rattles along the street playing ice-cream-van Jingle Bells.
15th Jan
Overnight every street corner has become a fireworks stall. Red lanterns hang above the carpeted pavement and the laughing traders.
16th Jan
Fire crackers hang in long streamers from the apartment windows on every floor. A rolling explosion of a million momentary cracks fills the city with constant celebration.
A seasonal song for Bill Labov
3 hours ago