INSIDE THE LEMON



Notes for landscape tones… Long sequences of tempera. Light filtered through the essence of lemons. An air full of brick dust – sweet-smelling brick-dust and the odour of hot pavements slaked with water. Light damp clouds, earth-bound yet seldom bring rain. Upon this squirt dust-red, dust-green, chalk-mauve and watered crimson-lake.

– Justine, Lawrence Durrell


Yeah, it’s Alexandria, not Budapest, but Durrell’s palette seems to apply to these close, sweaty days. I rather like it. During Budapest’s long work day, the quiet streets are suspended in treacle, one-foot-in-front of the other slowed by some immense drag, the heat waves rising off the concrete emit a faint hum. Every evening, a truck comes road to water the roads (against cracked tarmac?) and and by dusk the brick dust from the VIIth’s ever-present roadworks hangs pink and low.

Author: jenniferhodgson

Writer, editor, researcher

One thought on “INSIDE THE LEMON”

  1. That third photo is absolutely perfect. I doubt it would be out of place in Durrell's Alexandria (except for the faint writing in Hungarian)…

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