This is us, on the second floor. The shutter has jammed on our Canon, so the pictures of the beautiful Xinjiang spring are not taken: there are cuckoos and warblers and flowers on the fruit trees.
... and the big question: can I post inline photos with mutt?
It's a modern town, with petrochemical factories down the slope, and it's also wealthy. The supermarket in the mall is almost a deli with Italian wines and very expensive things in tins from France. And seafish on ice. I think about 60,000 live here: it's quiet at night and the air is mountain-fresh.
A sweet cake and a glass of green tea at the side of the road.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, ...
As well as flowing and arrival(these in McHugh), there is return (Fr. revenir). The church is Adam and Eve's, but we are going backwards into sleep and into history: into sleep, into night, "past eve'n"; and "past even Adam".
Hmm. "History ... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
Wot's dat den?