Escape – but from what? The rat race? As someone once said, even if you win the race, you’re still a rat!
Found the fire escape quite by chance as we were on a leisurely stroll through springtime Adelaide.
…all ye who enter herein. It’s a quote from Dante’s “Inferno” the first book in his “Divine Comedy” (Yes, I’ve read it) Supposedly it was written over the gate into the City of …Dis…I think.
Anyway, this might look like the wall outside a prison, but it is, in fact, the back wall of a pub in Grenfell Street! The site next door in under repair, hence the grill work.
I seem to have stumbled on the way to emulate one of Man Ray‘s techniques. At least I think it was Man Ray. Oh, well, it’s interesting, anyway.
This modern “mews” runs between Rundle Street and Grenfell Street.
A laneway – a sidestreet actually – between North Terrace and Rundle Mall, looking towards Pulteney Street.
Nearly all Adelaide’s streets are named after early Settlers, Governors, or other minor potentates who loomed large but briefly in our short history, leaving only faded memories on our streets. As Omar Khayyam said, “Abode their hour or two, then went their way.”
What was this shop? When did it start? Was it prosperous, and worthy of refurbishment, or did it fail and another proprietor decide on a new look for his, or her, new venture. I don’t know, but Eugene Atget would have made a better picture of that than I can.
*Proust, “In Search of Lost Time”