The Cafe Cat

Paul Gallico has long been a firm favourite author of mine. His gentle way with words quite accurately captures human emotions and while ...

I remember a day. It was April, where I was dreaming on my bed, looking out to a sky that was neither cold nor warm, but soft-washed pi...

Wandering around cities is what I do. If I can pick up a waif or stray to join me then so be it, but more often than not, I tread paths a...

I love how many people read on the metro in Barcelona. When I float on board first thing in my morning haze, I see bowed heads of all d...