Tuesday, April 20, 2010


rolled down to st ives on the sleeper train-some parts were magical, like when i ate a cupcake and spilled crumbs on my partner on the bottom bunk, and some blew, like when i realized our window didn't open. if you've got some time, head down there. you can see stylish old men, artsy clog wearing women, and eat very very well-my fave spot was the porthminster cafe.