Resolutely monolingual guides smoking in the foyer of an historic monument.
My children trying to flee a tiny, harmless dog on an enormous beach
A man with long, dirty white hair sing snatches of flamenco.
A waitress catch up with us ten minutes after we'd left her restaurant to tell us we hadn't paid. We had.
Several cartoon-like baby girls festooned in pale pink flounces.
The brown waves of the Guadalquivir.
Sheep with long, dirty white fleece being herded by a man on a horse-cum-donkey.
These oranges.
5 comments:
Oh my dear! You crack me up, your ever-so-evocative, drily droll descriptions. A photograph could never do what your words do. The "resolutely unilingual" particularly resonates. And I can imagine E and Z running along that beach, kicking up sand, no doubt. . . . tiny dog yapping at their heels. . .
Would like a picture, though, of the horse-cum-donkey . . .
Sounds rather a mixed bag, hope you're having a fine time anyway. Would a horse-cum-donkey be perhaps a mule?
Things can only get better ...
Cold in Bordeaux if that is any comfort.
I love orange cake very much and we have a orange tree in our grand father farmhouse.We visit every year very much.
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