Wednesday, 7 January 2009


Sunlight floods onto the fanfare of Hyacinths in the blue and white bowl. Their white fragrance spills into the hallway, spins to the top of your head as you climb the stairs.

Looking out from the landing onto the backs of the houses and gardens that look like no-one ever ventures there, it's like a reminder of all those angles, when Vermeer saw the side yard of a tall house in Delft, painted the everyday chores of the kitchen maid, the unfinished paint above a back door, the warmth of worn red brick above the street.

I want to curl up at the top window, get the best view of this hidden town scape, just sit and look for a while.