Alive, alive-o
Tuesday, October 14th, 2008Deptford can sound a little ominous. Perhaps it’s the word that sounds like just the place to find a pawnshop or loan shark, but then it could be the place’s reputation never recovered after Christopher Marlowe’s murder. That was 500 years ago, but I’d never visited before this weekend.
Autumn and I made a trip down […]
