Chalcot Square

This is a picture of the small park, Chalcot Square, near my childhood home in London. Searching the Internet, I discovered that Sylvia Plath was once a resident on this square. The hulking chestnut trees used to drop spiky green balls. They looked like miniature water mines from World War II.

When I went to visit on this day, the park was locked. Perhaps it is private now, or is only open certain hours. The fence was low enough to serve as a mild deterrent; I was tempted to jump it.

The painted Victorian townhouses instantly reminded me of San Francisco. The brilliant colors were a refreshing change from the relentless, dull red brick in London.