Just Looking

Evening all,

Once upon a time in my angst filled bohemian adolescence i fled to Paris with visions of living on the Left Bank, home to all the other tortured geniuses such as Hemingway,Sartre,Rimbaud, Picasso, and Bobby Crush.

Sadly, when i arrived in Paris, it was closed!

The Louvre was closed due to a problem with some leaky pipes, or possibly leaky pies, can't remember exactly which.
Notre Dame was mid face lift so couldn't go in there either.
The lifts in the Eiffel tower were out of action and to top it all, the Arc De Triomphe had a huge dust cover over its entire form while it was being renovated!!

I gave up my literary pretensions and followed the path of Lautrec to Pigalle...

whole other story that one.

Anyhow, this is Cresswell Crags, shining jewel of Nottinghamshires prehistoric past, a gorge littered with neolithic caves, a chance to experience a little bit of pre-history for yourself....

When i got there, all the caves were shut!!!!

Dirty great bars and gates stopping you from getting in.

Sod culture, wheres the pub?

night all

stereophonics