A formal feeling

After a week of reading handwritten, nineteenth century documents,

and miserably cramped 19th century directories,

 (20 cent coin included to show how very miserably cramped the print is).


After wrestling with the internet, image-editing software, refractory cameras with missing attachments and sitting up far too late, I packed it all away, cursing both the 19th and the 21st centuries, and walked down to the Botanic Gardens.

 The gardens were very bright and stately.

Just right after a week of immersion in colomial bureaucracy.

I should have dressed more formally and twirled a parasol as I walked.

or taken a  book of Tennyson's poems to read by the fountain.

So refreshing.