On the other side of the square they drink coffee out of tiny cups.

The school of gastronomy shows hopeful young future chefs, the right way to dice carrots and slice a rare Ethiopian cheese.

Carriages are lined up around the corner, their drivers polish gleaming mirrors and chrome.

No time to take the bus, walk the streets or hitch a ride.

There’s a cuff link to fasten and a gift to deliver in person.

These are not the essential things of life, just the trimmings.

Tobacco road.

Close but no cigar.

Ode to the spiral as practiced by Lauren Bacall in front of the Big Sleep.

Bunuel sold the senses and kindled church images for Viridiana. Long before the Man from Uncle!

And never underestimate the Andalusian Dog.

There is always that discreet charm!

Balloons flying overhead, time we made up the bed.

Travel from far, near the corner star.

Two people propped against the bar.

They were drinking coffee, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Words were spoken without lips moving. No surprise.

The children dreamed of toffee and told stories sweet and wise.

And still, creating movement, the music played.

Fast cars and damp walls, both require maintenance.

Solid stone walls tend to absorb dampness in the winter and dry out in the summer. If they are thick enough the damp never gets to the interior and even a hot summer’s day does not heat the interior by much.

But this does all seem reasonable, average and a bit tedious.

How many artists make good accountants? Surprisingly, there are some.

Hello, how are you, won’t you tell me your name?

If the question fits, so does the answer.

Or, how to tell if the timing is right.

Rhythm and timing.

What gels, what mixes like smooth whipped cream, that’s the taste.