East Orange

A sad-faced orange Star of David flashed across the iPhone screen as we swiped left on “James” (not his real name).

It took me 1,015 strokes to see this shade of green in a world of orange, and my jaw nearly dropped.

Descending the Alps to the east or south into Piedmont, a new world lies around and before you.

The east window in this church has been classed as the A1 of modern painted windows.

The cantonment was split into two sections by an irregular ravine, or nullah, running east and west.

Of course, my first row was a long one, quite through the city from west to east, including innumerable turnings and windings.

Turn we our backs to the cold gloomy north, to the wet windy west, to the dry parching east—on to the south!