Photograph of the Mirka Mora exhibition at Heide Gallery taken by Carol O'Connor
It’s a noisy time at Tolarno, the tables discussing the rich
tapestry of life, everyone in stitches. Is this an angel at my table, or another
politician? December’s mad enough, but new year’s eve? That one with the ‘Q for
Quest’ tee-shirt, how did she get in? Probably one of the family. Perhaps Quest
is the answer to the question. That dragon on the far table must be one hundred
if she’s a day. And that fellow there’s turning into a wine bottle. Bohemia has
its limits and they are ragged around the edges. Who is your favourite French
poet?
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