Saturday morning, New York City, Central Park, Bethesda Fountain, Fall. The smart looking street musician caught my attention. Gotta love the scarf, glasses, and exquisite beard. Performing Cat Steven's Morning Has Broken to nobody, although his collection plate was overflowing with money. And then this couple arrived, hardly noticing the musician, but they certainly noticed each other.
A doorway eleven days before 2016 Election Day. It says it all.
Juno Beach in Jupiter, Florida offered some excellent photographic opportunities, as this photographer learned as she photographed surfers in the afternoon.
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The Norton Museum in Palm Beach was undergoing some sort of renovations or expansion when I visited, but the garden courtyard was very nicely designed.
We had talked about traveling to Portugal for at least 15 years, often as possible winter destination. Like everyone else, we always seemed to go elsewhere--Paris, London, Rome, Vienna, Prague, Istanbul, Madrid, and Moscow, among others. I can't say that was a mistake--each is a worthwhile destination--but so is Portugal.
Today, I was up at 5:30AM for sunrise--The Dom Luis I was my muse, just as the Williamsburg Bridge had been Sonny Rollins' muse 57 years earlier. Sunrise is an an interesting occurrence, one which is often taken for granted. First the sky is turquoise, which evolves into an often nondescript gray translucence. It is the last stage, when the golden rays reflect off objects, that captures everyone's attention.
Were John Carpenter directing a slasher movie about a group of teenagers exploring Europe while on summer vacation, he might chose the catacombs for one of his scenes; One of the wood planks break, with a kid falling into the pit of bones below. Alternatively, a hairy arm could thrust itself up, breaking the planks and grabbing one of the kids by the ankle.
After using the station's WC--immaculate--we headed to the Rua de Santa Catarina. Our destination was Cafe Majestic, an Art Nouveau cafe that once was the haunt of the city's intellectuals, but now is overrun with tourists (including us), like Les Deux Magots in Paris.
We were seated in the back of this richly appointed establishment, which provided us with a great view of the comings and goings. We both opted for almond torte, which was excellent. I also had a glass of 20-year old tawny port. Yes!
