A sun-bleached hanging lobster (complete with plastic seaweed) might be a standard sight outside a seaside crab shack, say, but it was a little surprising on Pico. Inevitably, it reminded me how mad I was at my mother for throwing out my own plastic lobster, begged from a fishmonger in Oxford Market, and taken by me on a pale blue ribbon to a Decadence party (I was, of course, Gerard de Nerval: yet another manifestation of my love of fancy dress parties ...). Today was a day of catching up and running errands - such as taking the broken vacuum cleaner to the menders that was next door to the lobster. May we also recommend John O'Groats of Pico, quite nearby, which is a cheerful and delicious traditional diner?
And then, coming back on Fountain, this extraordinary - almost Northern European - painted side to a ... a house, a small apartment block, some offices?
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