While we were in Norwich, our flat was near a really charming cobblestone lane that we walked on a lot to get from one place to another. It turns out that this is an historical place (but to be honest, what doesn’t have historical significance in Europe?). The place is called Elm Hill and I took a lot of photographs there. I watched a television documentary on Norwich that mentioned something important about the thatched roof building in a bunch of these photos, and I can’t for the life of me remember what that important thing was. And I can’t quickly Google it. But you can read about the history of it and the rest of Elm Hill here.
Incidentally, I had the best chat with the lady sitting on the bench in the Black and White photo. It turns out, she knew exactly where Portland, Oregon was because she had family living here. What are the odds?
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