The day was yet another in an enduring celebration of sunshine and warmth. The unfailingly sunny skies stir a mood of good cheer which readily grows on one, although today felt warmer than usual and we had to restore ourselves with the occasional lemonade.
Or simply take momentary refuge in the shade ...
A lady who's husband had gone fishing for the day and left her alone to wander the markets, offered to take a photo of us together. Not being familiar with the iPhone she managed, in a short time, to take a great number, and the one below qualifies as the least unacceptable.
Not to change the subject too precipitously, here's a wooden horse ...
And speaking of horses, here's a photo of street signs ...
The photo-worthiness of street signs, in my mind, is partly attributable to their rarity. In many parts of town it is practically impossible to have any idea of where you are, but in this area the indications shine upon pedestrians in golden yellow.
This evening, just after sunset, I took the photo below from our eleventh floor balcony.
The eleventh floor is sufficiently high, at least for me, to perceive what the French call "L'appel du vide," the call of the void. There seems to be a reflex within that regards a vast open space, as seen from the heights, as an opportunity to fly like a bird. The brain firmly and rightly pronounces the idea as lunatic but something else inside says, "Look, you wouldn't be this high up with such a great open vista if you couldn't go swooping through it. Give it a whirl." I blame it all on birds. As a wise man once said, If it had not been for birds the very concept of flight would never have occurred to man. I can believe that.
Quote of the day:
"Probably the earliest fly swatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick." - Jack Handy.
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That wooden horse is parked outside a restaurant called Bandido's just in case you have to take off in a hurry.
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