Nor quite seven either. But it’s almost seven.

I suppose I could have gone out and caught a clock at exactly 7 o’clock but it was much more fun to look at all the clocks in my archive. The closest I came to 7 o’clock was half past six (or “half seven”) on the face of the Uhrtürmlein in Frankfurt

and three minutes to seven in Bourg-en-Bresse at the con-cathedral Notre Dame.

Seven for September #29

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