The wren spot is a place I'd like to stay on a trip for either business or pleasure. It's not large, but comfy. It has a back balcony with a pretty view, but no silly extras. The manager is a gregarious little fellow named Chucko Heeder. He told me his name several times, sensing I'm getting a bit hard of hearing even at the close range of ten feet. Then he went to put the kettle on for tea.
Chucko-chucko; heeder-heeder.With each of my one-block walks for the 365 Project, I am more amazed by the world so busy living wild and crazy lives just beyond my day-to-day awareness.
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