Tag Archives: Nick Sweeney

A Memory from a Secret France

It wasn’t until the bus had creaked away that the drab little square was revealed to the visitor. His eye was led to the ridiculous columns of the town hall, and to the church, looking as if tacked onto its … Continue reading

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Anton tripped down the glaring white steps of his block on the via dell’Emigrante, walked out on two threadbare mutts noisily giving in to the sensuality of summer. The ground-floor gargoyles were sleeping off lunch, as were the old vampires … Continue reading

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Monstrous Men

A Gift from the Italians As a child, I lived in an apartment overlooking K Street, the imperial city centre of pageantry and postcards. When I started piano lessons with Mr Z, our music room contained only a piano and … Continue reading

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