How to live the good life in the heart of our cities
Summer is when country living really comes into its own, the trees once more like giant broccoli and fearless swallows soaring over fields bright with buttercups. It's no wonder some city slickers dream about moving here for a taste of the good life.
But while the grass is certainly greener, the country has its fair share of ugliness, too - though the forms may differ. For people are people, wherever you go.
This, of course, means you can enjoy the good life even if living in the Big Smoke, as I was reminded on a recent visit. For I happened upon a recommendation seemingly from Pope Francis, patron saint of this column, chalked on a blackboard by steps leading to a shop called Fresh Cuts.