We went out for coffee around 11 this morning. We walked through the neighbourhood and spent about an hour in the café. After coffee, we again walked through the neighbourhood stopping at the public market on our way home to get some fresh fruit and vegetables and share hugs with Ana Crespillo (click here if you haven’t met). When we got home San Geraldo volunteered to take down the trash and recycling. He had to leave the building and cross the paseo to do so. When he came back upstairs, he told me to take a look at his feet.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?
He said when he put his shoes on this morning, he wondered why one felt different. I suppose I should go back to doing an inspection before he leaves the house. It’s not like this is anything new (click here for the memories).
I’m beginning to appreciate the daring fabric combinations some people wear. Admittedly, some mixes still hurt my eyes (and my sensibilities). Yet others are not only daring but show a great sense of design and flair (in my opinion). I myself have become more adventurous in my pattern choices — although not yet in public. Unless, that is, I get hit by the proverbial bus.
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FARMERS MARKET, OCEAN PARKWAY, BROOKLYN.
GRANDFATHER AND GRANDSON, NEPTUNE AVENUE, BROOKLYN.
SHOPPING IN BRIGHTON BEACH AND
WALKING ON THE BOARDWALK.
BACK HOME IN FUENGIROLA.
IN BROOKLYN: MY UNDERWEAR AND FLANNEL LOUNGERS
SET AGAINST THE BED SHEET.