{ Familial feet } Blog’s been quiet for a while now. I’m sure by now all six seven of you subscribed readers are desperate and foaming at the mouth to have another precious gem of a ‘me’ filtered blog entry.(Can you even imagine the layers of embittered sarcasm in the tones of that sentence? Probably not. But …
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El Matadero, Madrid
In the Slaughter House Lovis Corinth 1893 So if you go outside of Madrid proper, down some fancy named calles (streets), you will end up at the river. And at the place of slaughter and selling of flesh. El matadero.It isn’t a very old place, by European standards, but it really resonated in a familiar way with me. …
Viva Varios
Spring break had been threatening to drag me off (oh twist my arm) into a realm of vacation – before my vacation. Bob Marley was even there to wake me up at 7:30 every morning… I hate you now Bob… The sense of holiday led my Human and I to do a bit more local …