Wow. I’ve always thought that bars and churches are the only places that smell the same and feel the same, no matter what city in the world you are in. There is a superior spirit (call him God, or 4% and the sound of other people laughing) that makes you feel "at home”, or at least, “less alone”
Lovely read, Adrian. Thanks for sharing 🙂
cheers mate
Wow. I’ve always thought that bars and churches are the only places that smell the same and feel the same, no matter what city in the world you are in. There is a superior spirit (call him God, or 4% and the sound of other people laughing) that makes you feel "at home”, or at least, “less alone”
maybe it’s the whole range of emotions that people bring to these spaces, that somehow linger on?
Might be that! (and the fact that old furniture is cozy)
Eña, Adrian, this reminds me of The Little Vagabond
by Wm Blake -
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm;
Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,
Such usage in heaven will never do well.
But if at the Church they would give us some Ale.
And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale;
We'd sing and we'd pray, all the live-long day;
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray,
Then the Parson might preach & drink & sing.
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring:
And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church,
Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.
And God like a father rejoicing to see,
His children as pleasant and happy as he:
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel
But kiss him & give him both drink and apparel.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/william-blake