A wet, dark September day & it feels like autumn. Even though I got soaked on the way home I was secretly pleased because it's the first day it has been cold enough to wear my new winter coat (it's a sort of tweed trench that I like very much because it reminds me of my dad's that I used to nick when I was a teenager).
Back from Lisbon, which turned out to be a great city. Lovely streets,
friendly people, delicious coffee & lots of nice places to hang
out. As I was there to see the design shows I didn't get to do as much
lazing about in cafes or wandering around as I'd have liked, but I'm
quite enjoying the Saramago. It's not at all heavy going. The main
character, a proofreader by trade, has just introduced an error into a
manucript that will cause history to be rewritten, and I'm intrigued to
see where it will lead. On the TAP plane home the Portuguese
air-steward got very excited when he saw me reading it & said he
hoped that I would enjoy it. I think if I'd been a bit more alert I
would have asked him why he liked Saramago so much, or what it meant to
him or something, but as it was we just beamed at each other, and then
he went about his job and I went back to my ipod.
Lots and lots of tiles.
Some graffiti that made me smile.
And a lovely book in the Timeless exhibition, for a typeface called Curry.
Nice, huh.
