I believe all the dogs (except Coca, who lives on our roof and drinks drippings from the wet laundry there) in Buenos Aires have died of heat prostration, dried up, and blown away, because I see no dogs here, and have not seen a single dropping, proverbial or otherwise.
This is not trick. This is a super-typical BA sidewalk, photographed over a seven-block length, in a central part of town (around the corner from my flat).
10 comments:
one wonders what your other foot is doing when it is not in the image.
1) supporting my bod.
2) anticipating dinner.
I appreciate the fine balance exhibited in those 'twofeet' shots :]
there is no text so I'm a little confused but the pizza looks very good-mich
now I get it-still waking up i guess.
Now try walking that minefield in stilleto heels and get back to me. But the pizza looked very nice.
Ah, the charming sidewalks of Buenos Aires. (I did not see any dog poo, though, in your photos.)
I believe all the dogs (except Coca, who lives on our roof and drinks drippings from the wet laundry there) in Buenos Aires have died of heat prostration, dried up, and blown away, because I see no dogs here, and have not seen a single dropping, proverbial or otherwise.
Poor Coca. That mental picture makes me very sad.
Stepping in hot poo would definitely dampen your enthusiasm for pizza so I'm glad to know the coast is clear, in that regard.
Just be vigilant.
is this a trick thing or are you really trodding through some "smokers Only" zone behind an abandoned theater building?
This is not trick. This is a super-typical BA sidewalk, photographed over a seven-block length, in a central part of town (around the corner from my flat).
Post a Comment