Where I’m calling from (still)

I’ve been living in Porto for eight years, and yet I only recently heard of the garden where old fountains go to retire.  I promised myself that I would go there (it is in my “new” neighbourhood) as soon as the rain let up.  It rained for a long time this year.  Today the sky was fresh linen hung to dry, and so I went to Jardim de Nova Sintra, and discovered…


amidst moss and eucalyptus trees


the sound of birds, the wind and a passing train


fountains that have no need for wishes

avemariathey have been around for a long time


they have always been