Holland Park, England, 1990. The dog belonged to the woman who took the photo. The lead had one of those fishing line-type handles with lots of line, so you could give the dog lots of play, then reel it in if it went too far. This is near the youth hostel where I was staying. Oh England, my lionheart!
Aboard a ferry in transit to France. I came down with a cold soon after this.
Easter, Lisbon. This is near the old castle. I forget its name.
Greeves of Paris. This was my first day in Paris, and it was my 29th birthday. Did I feel good or what? But damn, it was cold. Still can't believe I wore that stupid beret.
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Me, mum and Janelle, not long after my return from overseas. Mum in typical nervous pose.