I live on a cul-de-sac, but more toward the bouche than the cul, and one of the delights is, indeed, an an evening walk to the bottom of the street and back up to the cross-street and then on home; meeting neighbors, sometimes, including dogs; admiring the obsessively manicured lawns; and generally communing with the way.
I live on a cul-de-sac, but more toward the bouche than the cul, and one of the delights is, indeed, an an evening walk to the bottom of the street and back up to the cross-street and then on home; meeting neighbors, sometimes, including dogs; admiring the obsessively manicured lawns; and generally communing with the way.