An Old Market Town

I don't know why it begin with yellow flowers, it just does I guess. Its a classic... blue background, yellow foreground. A tried and tested combination. 

The old Town Hall. Its been many things over the years. My sister told me in the 1970's this is where she signed on, the job centre of old. 

Now it is a meeting place, a coffee shop, and a food bank. Sad times. Narberth is an expensive and vibrant town, it's surprising to me that even here, there is need of a food bank. Every Tuesday morning, people come here to find meals for their week ahead. Sad times indeed. 

No reason for the white door and the green wall, except I like doors. They hold behind them a myriad of life. This particular building is being renovated, flat land. 

1862. The significance of this particular year has no meaning for me. An industrial place, a place where goods were stored. 

Next door to each other a  Music Shop and an Upholster. 

Walking through the town one Sunday, I came across a lane that led to a children's playground and the site of the swimming pool and a few more shops, 

 The Derutzen Building, the site of a once thriving market place I understand, where local people were allowed to sell their wares but were charged highly for the privilege.

The Queen's Hall Gallery, a space where local artists exhibit and where there are often days of public interaction. This was a Pinar day, the public were invited to draw or paint a picture that to them depicted Narberth. A collaboration between artists and novices alike.

A different perspective. Standing at the site of the Castle,