Paseo time on Alcalá
Brass band in the zócalo. Lotta brass bands around.
Wiry person observes the paseo.
Cactus in courtyard of a restaurant, held straight with burlap and guy wires.
Dusk doesn't last long, but while it does, magic.
Steve likes oatmeal wherever we go. This is our little apartment for a couple of weeks.
Steve likes park benches wherever we go, too.
If that tree really wants to escape the schoolyard, I don't think the fence will hold it. Yes, there are Volkswagen beetles all over the place.
They light up the trees in the zócalo.
1 comment:
I love all the purples, pinks and oranges. I'm extremely jealous, surrounded as I am by browns and grays and blacks.
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