Belfast

the professor's common room

“To enter the room from the Professors' corridor was to suffer an extraordinary change of atmosphere, no less sudden than if a swimmer in clear white water were suddenly to find himself struggling to keep afloat in a bay of soup. Not only was the air fuscous with a mixture of smells, including stale tobacco, dry chalk, rotten wood, ink, alcohol and, above all, imperfectly cured leather, but the general colour of the room was a transcription of the other smells, for the walls were of horsehide, the dreariest of browns, relieved only by the scattered and dully twinkling heads of drawing pins”

Mervin Peake, Gormenghast, part 2, chapter 10

Thinking about Milan

War and peace

The castello sforzesco and I think a charriot of peace.

Bellinzona, Ticino

The fortress was covered with teenagers smoking weed.

Trees are flying

The trees around here are being shipped in directly by helicopter for the Christmas celebrations!

Piazza del duomo