Town is mobbed. Roaming packs of teenagers, hooting and hollering at all hours. Middle-aged tourists. Nuns and brothers. The daily walks produce one spectacular view after another.
This little alley (above) leads to my door.
Much ruthless editing going on here. Chucking a lot of shit straight into the “extras folder” (that is, the dust bin).
It is a relief to be somewhat away from the news, although I check online a few times a day. Impeachment feels more and more urgent. What say you?