Wednesday, April 11, 2007
From the other side
I don't think I've ever shown you what our humble abode looks like from the north. It stretches from the no parking sign to the street. The red fence is the length of our little yard, and just above it you can see the window of the sun-filled little room off the kitchen where I have my breakfast. I quite like the graffiti - or may I call it a mural? The two somewhat shamefaced figures framing a light blue signature on the right guard the other side of the wall of my room, and the figure showing a hand gesture he learned from the US seems to mean no harm by it.