#naphopomo Day 30 The ending up

Today, the last day of naphopomo, began with a smile
whilst meeting up with a best friend and reading the
names of the boats at the fish market.
 'Doggy Style' caught my eye!

'T', having finished selling in town when we caught up with him,
was selling for other people and behind him, through the wire
fencing, I saw

another time, lives lived before on Melville Street.
It has been enjoyable, this daily posting of 'something'. 
I have not always risen to the ocassion, but the naphopomo
challenge was interesting.
Our 'day to day' (isolated within a frame) spoke of inner
things that we were unaware of, attuned to a moment
that otherwise may have passed by, unnoticed. Thanks
again to Karen aka Chookooloonks who brought us all
here , to this wonderful space where many lives,
lived in numerous places,that have been
shared through a lens,
with lessons loved and learned, united creative souls
of many persuasions.
It takes a special kind of person to do this, a person
who can see beyond her own boundaries to embrace,
inspire and include one and all. 
Much love Karen and thank you xxx

Bistro

In the heart of the city
on a cloudless,
sun hot,
breeze free day,
we slipped through
the arch
on Young Street,
behind the museum.

Passion fruit
was the juice
of the day,
sipped to a serenade
of national folk music
being rehearsed
behind
these doors.

The aroma of
a sumptuous feast,

escaping the
proprietor's
inner sanctum,

enveloped us.

Spellbound,
with the scent
of culinary alchemy,
we sated our thirst
with one last swallow.

The unseen musicians
dispersed,
giving us
a timely cue
to leave,
the way we had come.

Town

Having completed our monthly trip to town to pay bills, the heat got the better of me.We found a shady kerbstone and there, on the other side of the street, was this building. It is half way up St John Street on the left hand side. I wondered all the usual questions..... how old it is, who built it , who lived there, who designed and made the fancy facing board, who sat on the veranda, who sold what downstairs, what does it look like inside? The building held on to all secrets and T was getting irritated, so we made our way down the hill to the bus terminal and went home.  If you know, please tell...........

Of Portals, Places and Preservation

The red door at the top of Young Street.
























What was once St John's wholesale
























and the bar in Halifax Street.

Friday in St. George's.

In the heat of the day,
when you done sell
and you tired
and you hot
and you hungry,
pass through the gap,
between Digicel and KFC
in Granby Street,
























take a seat
and a bite to eat,
a local lunch
or a sandwich
in the cool inner courtyard
relax a while
























leave the hustle and bustle
and bask in a smile.

St. George's.

Having paid the light and phone bill we enjoy
the shade of the Sendall Tunnel, on our way
to pay the water bill.
























On our return, school is out and we take a
five and drink a soda and watch this building
that once was known as 'Our Place', on the
corner of Halifax and St John's Street,
























where jazz once played, with Preston Holas
and Bumpy Jones, where Dave Stewart
once jammed with them, as Jerry Hall looked on.

On the corner of Hillsborough and Grenville Street

I sometimes
forget,
especially
when in
St George's,
in the heat
of the day,
on my way
to the
bus stand,
dodging
the traffic
and
the drains






















to stop

and look

and see.

It is my
ignorance
of history,
or former
occupancy,
that shames
my
latent
curiosity.