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My shoes might look like one of these. And by the way, the middle one is not deformed, thats what it looks like before they decide a size and cut it down.This is what a shoe shop looks like. Messy, eh?
The view of... some plaza near the plaza de mayo which is not the plazo de Mayo. It's beautiful except...
It's totally encased in fence. So there is this really lovely plaza that is clearly designed for pedestrian traffic. Bums sleep against the fence, I like to think out of spite.
Naturally, the only reason the plaza is beautiful is because of the fence. If thee were not a fence, it would be covered in poorly executed scrawlfitti. And would look nothing like this van.
Which is what good graffiti often looks like in this city.


My readership is almost entirely girls. Therefore, I will use this next picture to boost comments as you will almost certainly have to make your appreciation of the subject of this next photo know. Scroll down and proceed with the involuntary cooing.














Yes. I know.
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ruth said…
Awww, a puppy. But actually, I am more excited about your shoes.
September 8, 2008 at 10:18 AM
Renaissance Muse said…
I thought that was a child and I was going to ask what it was doing in the middle of a street.

also I currently HATE dogs as the one which I am forced to live with for the next week until I can go to Appleton has eaten ANOTHER pair of my shoes.

frikkin single parent households should not be allowed pets. End of story.
September 8, 2008 at 9:17 PM
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