Will Knott wants to know my secrets. Nosy, isn’t he?
But given that a secret is – Something you only tell one person… at a time.
I suppose I can reveal this secret just to you.
Tomorrow I’m off to a place where Google Streetview does not function. It’s a place where, to paraphrase U2, the streets have no surface at all. In fact you’d need to be Jesus to cross to the shop opposite. Jaywalking is not banned – just laughed at.
Shhh! Don’t say it.
Don’t mention that the taxi drivers sing and steal your cornetto. Or that everyone gets a certain sinking feeling at the same time.
Shhh! Keep it to yourself.
I think it was the first place ever to have a tourist guidebook written about it – though it concentrated on the fleshpottery on offer to the exclusion of all else.
But St Mark my words, that’s not what I’m after. So I need your help.
Suggestions please for where to go or eat or see at this secret destination – especially with a ten-year-old Top Girl.
We’re going tomorrow – Saturday – so you’ll have to be quick. Otherwise I can read your comments when we return and discover what we should have done.
Thank you in advance. (Or with hindsight.)
And in the meantime, you can float over to the other members of the Loose Bloggers Consortium to discover their secrets by scrolling down the right hand side of the screen and clicking on their links.