Named after Italian Princess Labia in 1949, this is our neighbourhood arty movie theatre. The popcorn, drinks & ticket booths are all run by grey-haired slow-moving characters who take the time to say hi & have a chat. (You just have to make sure you come 10 mins earlier if you want a coffee.) Plump popcorn-fed pigeons swoop in & out of the art deco entrance.
This Mtn fills a space in my heart I didn't even know I had.
Being in an airport, leaving behind loved ones, embarking on a journey to unknown places...Maybe the experience of dropping your body & passing on is similar? I wonder if you can blog from there?
We set off today looking for a place, drove & drove & drove. Gave up & landed up having breakfast served by a waiter whose name was NoMatter!
Sitting at my neighbourhood coffee shop, I watch a driver waiting to take a left, waving to 2 pedestrians to pass. They both smile & saunter across the road. He rests his forearms on the wheel, happy to let a whole parade pass. People here seem more relaxed, with more time to stop & chat, to let people pass on the road. Maybe the Mtn's presence is a reminder of bigger, slower things?
On a warm day when spring dances in the breeze & winter casts lingering glances over its shoulder as it makes its way over the mtn.
I stumble upon a well designed square with statues of people walking, sitting, talking on cell phones. Real people bustle past them oblivious.
Another day, yet another cupcake (tho to be exact, it was a salmon puff). Luckily I'm walking a lot or else I'd start to look like a cupcake myself!
