On my way to Pilates, a splendid sight in an unprepossessing location.
A row of splendid sunflowers behind a concrete wall. Six foot tall with faces like dinner plates. Sudden, charismatic, beautiful in their yellowness.
My madeleine moment: a childhood holiday in a chateau in France with a fountain. Fields upon fields of crops of sunflowers, regimental in turning their faces to the west. Markets with pyramids of veg and berries. A windmill, a river, hot sun. Milky coffee drunk from bowls.
All this on Lea Bridge Road. Wonderful.
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