For a little while now, this has been my favourite photo of all time.
I even took it to portugal with me, and stuck it on the outside of my door. It never fails to make me smile.
Something about it is perfect, perhaps the combination of faded summer memories, circus animals and plain old ridiculous-ness.
It is mildly worrying that photography can make being a drug mule look so damn cool.
This week has been busy, busy, busy here is a list of some sights and sounds of the week:
- Museu da Avo...a little cafe crammed with all the fascinating junk you would expect to find in 'the grandma's museum'.
- Contagiarte- an elegant building, a basement full of rastas, a garden full of greeks, and a living room with a quiche stall and the resonating non-stop punching beats, can't help yourself but sing along....
- BADTOUCH.
- A night of stew and cheesecake
- Blue butterfly lanterns lining rua miguel bombarda
- overhearing, 'I'm pretty sure Basque people speak parcel tongue'
- A night of of blues jazz
...now I must write about my old friends the columns. Oh dear.