When I was young, perhaps seven or eight years old, there would be a young guy who would occasionally call our number (37369!) and talk to my mother. My mother told me that he was lonely and just wanted to chat a bit. I guess that nowadays people who feel that lonely will go online to chat, but back then the options were limited. Thinking back to that over the years, I can't help but feel incredible sympathy for people that lonely.
Last night as I drifted off to sleep I was reminiscing about my time living along the Da Costakade in what was such an idyllic little apartment. Much was wrong with it -- narrow staircases, not so much storage space and it could get awfully warm -- but it did so much more right that I really miss that place. Especially laying on the sofa in the summer, next to the open window, reading a book, listening to the people at L'Affiche downstairs. That apartment was quite delightful and I miss it a lot.