Street Life

Street Life

 

City streets of my childhood were like this and I still have a sense of the acoustics of such places, and the smells. The milkman’s horse would be waiting patiently with the smell of the oats from the horses nose bag, while the rhythmic ‘chink’ of the bottles sounded down the street as the milkman trotted from doorstep to doorstep with his daily delivery. That would have been in the late forties or early fifties in Birmingham, England.

Dublin still retains its Victorian cobbled streets and blue brick pavements, and there are still stables hidden away in the back lanes of Georgian Dublin, but the horses pull the Broughams or Victorias that carry tourists around that fine city.

 

 

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