Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The narrow street has two neighboring restaurants. In the first, a woman setting silverware yells at the man behind the register. Her coworker is presumably family. She squeals as he sighs and hunches. I hurry by too quickly to see her face, but as I pass the second restaurant, their owner leans out of his doorway. He wears a pencil behind his ear, which makes him seem fictional. He peers toward the source of the sound then “tsks. He gestures over to his meek waiter in a dismissive “Her again!” wave of the hand. Just before the dinner rush, it seems to be business as usual.
Arabic/European architectural mix really apparent in lower pic.
Is that what it is? 🙂 I really need to take a course in these things so I can point-and-shoot with more information.
love it )
Thanks! I’d forgotten all about them until I went through my Lisbon notebook.
memories of a wonderful time in (slightly rainy) Lisbon a few years ago – love those houses in bottom pictures, too.
It’s such a beautiful city. I loved wandering there for a few days and would gladly do it again!
You are! 😀
Thanks for the follow. Lots of interesting journeys here.