An early morning view of the Bridge ... as I was taking this, Alice was telling the incredulous young woman behind the cappuccino machine in the Daily Grind coffee shop that I actually remembered the bridge from London in the 1960s. I think that revealed me to be an antique, as well as the bridge...
... and then later - rather appalled at the heavy layer of pollution that was very obviously hanging over Los Angeles as we drew closer - the Reunions. Both Moth and Gramsci were delighted to see us. Indeed, Gramsci won't let go.
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