Tag Archives: norwich
Season Lag
What kind of person says she misses the Norwich winter when she lives in Nice? Yes, Nice. That place on the Côte d’Azur, with the perennially cyan sky and soft, golden haze that sets the ochre and terracotta buildings aglow … Continue reading
Goodbye, Chocolate Notes. Goodbye, Norwich. Goodbye, England.
I push open the door to Chocolate Notes and make a deliberate effort to take in the white floor with the swirly scores, the dark wooden tables and chairs, the shelving packed with CDs. Fiamma and Jan give me a … Continue reading
FEASTS & FANCIES @ CHOCOLATE NOTES: Chocolat Cocktail à la Menthe
After a difficult week, the feeling of grey heaviness in my heart is immediately dispelled by the opening bars of George Gershwin’s overture to Oh, Kay! J. S. Bach reminds me that the world makes sense and Gershwin makes me … Continue reading
FEASTS & FANCIES @ CHOCOLATE NOTES: A Yoghurt Dip for Storytellers
A group of us meet at Chocolate Notes* every New Moon to tell a story. When the New Moon happens to be on a Sunday (when the CD shop cum café is closed), we meet on the evening before or … Continue reading
The Hour of the Book
The day is drawing in and I’m rushing to finish translating a page. I need to look up a word and that slows me down. I don’t like to stop mid-page but if I don’t leave now I’ll be late. Do … Continue reading
Winter Lights
H. dislikes Christmas, which is why I am surprised he suggests we go to the Norwich switching on of the Christmas lights. “Yes, but they’ve put up a tunnel of light that’s supposed to look like the Northern Lights next … Continue reading
“So What Brought You to Norwich?”*
When I tell the truth, they don’t believe me. I was brought to Norwich by a sheet of paper, a pen, and a china mug. It was winter 2013, and I was at odds with my life. There appeared to be … Continue reading
Norwich Animals
Every morning, half a dozen or so large seagulls gather on the roof of the house opposite H’s study window. Well, perhaps “gather” isn’t the right word, since they’re never all there at the same time. They compete for the … Continue reading
The Busker
It was a voice carried by the wind through the semi-deserted streets of a Norwich Sunday afternoon. A voice that sang not into your ear but into your heart. I started walking towards it. He was standing outside NatWest Bank, … Continue reading
On the Train from Norwich to London
The journey from Norwich to London was supposed to take two hours. It took a little over four. When we left Norwich, all seemed on schedule. Then they got us to leave the train and wait on the platform in … Continue reading