Can bohemian friends create your bohemia anywhere?

For as long as I've been wondering whether there is a place out there where artists, authors and musicians rub shoulders in a sort of creative, mind bending paradise, I've always had the image of a place in my mind; somewhere like Montmartre in Paris or England's Sidmouth during Folk festival week.

However, I've often felt my search may ultimately be ill fated. Everywhere looks so much the same, these days. National retail chains rule the roost in almost every cloned Britain high street. Production line people, the hard working product of production line schools, pour themselves daily into overcomplicated tin cans to transport them to spend their lives on the production lines of modern industry and commerce.

However, over the weekend, it occurred to me that perhaps we can all find our own bohemia through our friends. Perhaps half a dozen really good writing friends who really gel together could be enough. Or, half a dozen musicians who could blend their musical notes perfectly into mine to constitute a really great band.

All of which seems rather more accessible than finding a halcyon dream place which rocks all the time.

Of course, if there is a place which is as bohemian as Sidmouth in Folk Festival week throughout all of the year, I would love to hear of it.

Bye for now

Rob