James Crossley

A Cup of News

Notre Flâneur

The sky is a perfect, cloudless azure, it’s 32 degrees Celsius, and I’m on a Mediterranean beach with sand as fine as confectioner’s sugar. Which is lovely, don’t get me wrong. But I don’t have sunglasses with me and the glare off the white page is enough to melt the eyeballs of the most dauntless reader. So I have to put my book down and talk to people. Which is difficult, because I speak French about as well as a …

Aug 1, 2014

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