So the ‘Black Hole Of Calcutta’ scenario painted by the press, with zillions of peeps all crammed into the city unable to breathe, failed to materialise thanks to redirects away from the centre.
Only it was too successful, and now the place is the quietest it has been for years. I’ll be hitting town today and taking advantage of the space-filled stores and galleries. And planting a few copies of the new book about in unlikely places while I’m there.
I can’t host a treasure hunt this week as I’ve received fewer copies than usual and don’t have many spares. But as usual there will be a handful out there…I feel like a Roman burying household objects in the groundwork of my property as a votive offering!