Carwashes, playgrounds, man riding a scooter with a soggy looking cigar hanging out of his mouth, graffiti, man with knee-high studded black leather boots, shutters on all the windows, those signature tall, thin trees (cypress? Why don’t I know what they are?), crazy roundabouts, women in bold pinstripe suits. They sell outdoor brick ovens at their garden stores.
I’m so here.
Simplify. That really resonates here. Nothing seems open this afternoon. Siesta?
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