I parked outside the Georgetown branch of Comfort One Shoes. This is a shop,and a concept, I normally shun, but a pair of green sandals caught my eye and I simply had to have them. Todd runs the store and quickly convinced me I had just the right ankles for straps . Within minutes I was tottering on the cobbled sidewalks of the shi-shiest part of the city, very pleased with my new purchase.
I was in Georgetown to catch up with old friends from London, who now live in Doha and in Italy. Spending time with them was the first of a number of excellent evenings this week. One involved a baby and some excellent bar food at the Point in Baltimore. Another, soft shell crabs in Itchy Ankle with the world’s greatest realtor. (For avoidance of doubt, te baby was not for eating, but we did polish off the soft shell crabs.) There was also a party at work, and a swim with Gretel and the Handsome Prince.
Other moments of note included the cheering news that Belfast has been recognized by Nat Geo magazine as one of the Top Trip destinations to visit in 2012. This seems to be due to the upcoming centenary of the sinking of the Titanic, although there was also mention of the invention of Milk of Magnesia ( a vile chalky medication designed to comfort the dyspeptic). Ah well, you could be known for worse.
This month’s copy of The Oldie arrived in the post. It is a publication both wry and indignant, and is full of sentences I wish I had written. I recommend you subscribe.
I read the Oldie this morning while drinking a cup of coffee on my new deck, and looking out over the water of the Bay. I am now in ATL, which did not make it to Nat Geo’s list, but which promises to be interesting, albeit in a sweaty kind of way.