“Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste…”. I am Peter Pumpkin. “Wilhelmina is my name. Witching is my trade…” “Oh Susanna, don’t you cry for me, I come from Alabama, with my banjo on my knee…” “Thank you for the colours”, said Peter. “The turret’s a bit askew, isn’t…
Before all the current mess, we spent Xmas and New year in Akumal (The place of the turtles) in Yucatán, near Tulum. A particular bridge caught my eye. Most certainly commissioned by City Hall (Some politicos may have more sense than others) it was quite a display. Above, Don Cactus and Doña Watermelon. “Copy paste”.…
Beach police? Seriously? The FBI wasn’t invented yet. But bureaucrats were alive and kicking. I wonder whether this beach is on the Potomac, in D.C. See the obelisk in the background? (Source unknown) Beers of the world series. Colombia, a while back. Loos of the world series. Tandoor restaurant, Mexico city. Last time we had…
Have Gangsta rats taken over? I can think of a few names. “Last of Banksy”? No worry, as far as I know Banksy is alive and well. I’m just running out of material. Banksy’s. No fear. Plenty of other stuff. Those are my last photos of Banksy’s fab’ expo last year in Paris. Enjoy. “Fly,…
Or windows? What’s your preference? Tlalpan, Mexico city. Door. Tlalpan. Most of those are from Colonial times. 16th, 17th century. Number 250, previously number 42. Couldn’t find the door. I wonder how the “mailperson” does it? Beyond the shadow of a door… (Might have done that one already?) I am working on my shadows… Anybody…
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