I cycle along the river many times a week and I never tire of looking at the backs of the stores on the main street. In front they have on their commercial faces, but behind you can see the story of their lives, the hundred years and more they have stood in their spot. On Tuesday I parked my bike beside the path, set up my stool and sketched this section in pencil and then ink. I added the watercolour at home. It’s a great pleasure for me to let the pen explore the city I thought I knew. Sketching has shown me that even though I have lived here a very long time, it’s only now that I’m actually seeing it.