A day at the museums / Un día en los museos

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We finally had a bit of wind and rougher seas for a while yesterday afternoon (pictured). Calm and spectacular today. I had a 45-minute walk earlier. I’m now headed into Málaga to visit the Pompidou Centre and the Centre for Contemporary Art. New special exhibitions. I’ve dressed for a chic day in the city.


Finalmente tuvimos un poco de viento y mares más agitados ayer por la tarde (en la foto). Tranquilo y espectacular hoy. Tuve una caminata de 45 minutos antes. Ahora me dirijo a Málaga para visitar el Centro Pompidou y el Centro de Arte Contemporáneo. Nuevas exposiciones especiales. Me he vestido para un día chic en la ciudad.

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Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

27 thoughts on “A day at the museums / Un día en los museos”

  1. Another shitty day in Paradise… Sigh. Jx

    PS WTF is that fat man wearing?! He should be covered by a large kaftan, tbh.

    1. Jon:
      And today is more of the same. Ho hum. Kind of unusual outdoor wear for anyone. A transparent diaper. But he was happy.

  2. I shouldn’t look at your blog so early in the morning! I think my eyes are damaged!

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      I’ll just say the Orange Menace would NOT be welcome here.

      1. Short answer? Yep. Long answer (because it’s me after all), my father never owned a pair of swim trunks. He also had the universal baby shape. He preferred wearing not so tighty whities. I have fond memories of him jumping into the ocean wearing jeans and then removing the soggy pants and basking in his undies. I don’t recall transparency because I didn’t look closely. We didn’t think anything of it. Aren’t you sorry you asked?

      2. Deedles:
        I’m not sorry I asked. I love your memories and stories. I wouldn’t have looked closely either. I don’t think I ever saw my father in his underwear. I don’t even know what kind of underwear he wore. No one left their rooms unless fully dressed. And on the beach, rules were rules.

    1. Christine:
      Are you here? Thanks for bringing the sunshine with you (if not the fashion).

    1. Steve:
      It fascinates me what some people will wear in public. I sometimes worry my shorts are too short.

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