Last night was picture post card, sat at a pizzeria, on the street and had a great dinner. It had cooled a little and the wind helped a lot. These beautiful old buildings around us, with shuttered window and balconies to keep the heat out. Jasmine fills the air and mingles with espresso coffee, and the sound of the odd scooter buzzes by. It's 9pm and the sun is almost down.
No one who knows the shop lets me pay for anything, it's a little annoying, but every penny saved certainly helps bring home the bacon, if you catch my drift, and besides missing my home, I am really having a wonderful time.
As work goes, the stuff we do is like SA ten years ago, lots of small tribal, insanely small text, but as I said, more bacon....
No one who knows the shop lets me pay for anything, it's a little annoying, but every penny saved certainly helps bring home the bacon, if you catch my drift, and besides missing my home, I am really having a wonderful time.
As work goes, the stuff we do is like SA ten years ago, lots of small tribal, insanely small text, but as I said, more bacon....
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