My laptop, my hard-drive, my memory sticks and myself are less able than I would like to confidently file and store the photos I’m taking, so here are some from the balcony, from the last three weeks, before I do a big dump.
Tricep dips in the square
Asleep in the sqare
This woman walks her dogs past me in the mornings. They are identical, match her hair, and both strain on the leads; as far away from her and each other as possible. Every morning.
These underpants, white at first but not for long, sheer, and with label attached, stayed on the street just here for some days.
These hop-on hop-off tourist buses go past in volumes. There’s always a compere, up front, looking more animated than anyone else.
Gender same, personal styling less so.
About day three, I think, though I didn’t file it well enough to tell, now.