This week I've been in Belfast with family who have just moved there. I went with a pretty clear picture of the problems and no idea of the delights - a) the architecture, b) the Botanic Gardens, c) the Ulster Museum, and d) the wordplay! I saw, in big black letters, scrawled across the side of a building, the word Graffiti! I saw a sign on a house for sale with the added banner Too Late. I didn't go to the Titanic Museum but apparently you can buy t-shirts from there that say She Was Fine When She Left Here. There was a restaurant selling food from Thailand called Thai Tanic. I heard a voice marshaling a group of children in the museum saying, "Hands up, anyone who's not here." And those are just the ones I can remember at the moment. I'm sure the entire city isn't populated by pleasant, helpful, nicely-spoken, funny people, but that seemed to be all I met. And although my writer's feet are as sore as anything from walking on all that pavement, I'm feeling ready for some good work with my writer's hands in the week to come. So, thank you, Belfast!