Streets, edible

18 May 2012

Constantinople had a thousand churches and insuperable walls landward and seaward. On the main approach to the palace, only the perfume merchants were permitted their trade.

The housing bricks and paving stones, they said, could boil down into soup; the place was steeped in root, and leaf, and fruit.

Lemon peels crushed in the gutters of the streets scented the early mornings where he used to sing . . .

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Arcadia, Jim Crace
“Byzantium,” Rafil Kroll-Zaidi, Harper’s Magazine
Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon

 

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