The lockdown blog: day 15
Today I did not buy the Sunday paper. I have been buying it religiously for the past three weeks, a part of my ritual in splendid isolation. It resulted in the newspapers taking up their own isolation, on one corner of the kitchen table. Half read and dejected. I did not want to put them through this pain anymore. My morning was spent lounging in a red all in one romper suit--an Asian 'hostel chic' take on Andy Pandy-- and listening to the Dublin history podcast, Three Castles burning. After my 'mystery tour' of Dublin yesterday, I have found a renewed interest in its treasure chest of things, people and buildings. One person that the podcast covered at length was the architect Herbert Simms and his Art Deco social housing. Prior to listening to this podcast, Art Deco was firmly associated in my mind with the world of Great Gatsbys, 'bright young things', soviet propaganda and--if we were to loop it back to Dublin--Nassau Street's 'Café en Seine' b...