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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 18, 2017 1:40:43 GMT
So what the heck is going on? Let's mosey over for a better look ~They are raising money and goods for the people on the Isthmus who were affected by the big earthquake ten days ago.
The rawhide reads "United Ranches of the State of Oaxaca" ~People could donate money or goods for a horseback ride ~Upsey-daisey!
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 17, 2017 22:15:24 GMT
>>><<<at the local market ~
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 18, 2017 3:54:09 GMT
Ah, that time of year again! Actually there is one and only place where I have seen Halloween stuff for sale in my neighbourhood this year (so far) -- a Bangladeshi gift shop.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 20, 2017 0:01:03 GMT
I posted that piñata photo to a local facebook group and someone responded with this, which is just perfect!
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Post by kerouac2 on Oct 20, 2017 4:27:25 GMT
I would think that it would become one of the most popular piñatas in Mexico of the next few years.
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Post by tod2 on Oct 21, 2017 5:17:59 GMT
For sure! That was just perfect Bixa - loved the little movie.
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Post by bixaorellana on Oct 28, 2017 4:43:21 GMT
Some visual treats from Wednesday ~ Walking home through Conzatti Park, I passed through another dimension into Sherwood Forest.But the forest's denizens weren't the expected Merry Men.I asked the group, "Is this for cosplay?", and someone wisecracked "No, it's for Playboy!". That caused so much merriment, I never got a real answer.
Returning from downtown later that afternoon, I saw that the metal calf always stationed outside this creamery store had a Catrina companion. Do you all find the calf very realistic? The dogs sure did, as all three of them investigated to the point of sniffing its butt.
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Post by tod2 on Oct 28, 2017 4:55:48 GMT
What a bit of fun Bixa! I can see quite some effort has gone into constructing that pink lady right down to her big loop earrings. Yes I do find the calf quite realistic especially as it has a rope? harness.
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Post by mossie on Oct 28, 2017 14:43:59 GMT
Your wannabe Robin Hood needs to learn how a bow and arrow works, or he'll do himself a mischief
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 8, 2017 11:18:40 GMT
Printemps had Nicole Kidman inaugurate its Christmas windows on Monday. I think they are really good this year. Galeries Lafayette is not ready yet -- all of the windows are still blacked out.
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Post by tod2 on Nov 8, 2017 12:27:37 GMT
Looking forward to seeing all those wonderful Christmas window once again - I see Volkswagen is in the picture with the old campervan and a Beetle.
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Post by mossie on Nov 8, 2017 19:28:03 GMT
Can't wait, will be on my way 3 weeks tomorrow.
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Post by kerouac2 on Dec 16, 2017 14:52:06 GMT
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Post by patricklondon on Dec 16, 2017 22:16:06 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on Feb 8, 2018 12:03:43 GMT
Normally, I see about 5 movies a week, and generally at least 3 of them are at the same multiplex (27 screens) at the 9 a.m. show. I wouldn't call it my preferred cinema, but it does have pretty much the most wide reaching programme (38 different films this week) which often makes it inevitable. Actually, I search for other places to go and end up there by default.
Naturally, only sad pathetic people go to a movie at 9 a.m., so I often see the same people there. They all seem to use their presence in front of the cinema as an excuse to socialise, but I find them repellent.
--- Lion woman. She is a middle aged woman with enough hair for 4 people flowing around her head --- The aggressive cripple. He must be at least 90 years old and will run anybody down or beat them with his cane if one tries to get in front, even though he walks at 0.5 km/h. --- The old rocker. One of those bald men who still grows a pony tail, wears a heavy metal t-shirt and a sleeveless jean jacket. --- Crazy woman. Not just the wild look in her eyes, but she never stops talking. It doesn't matter if nobody is listening. "I think I'll sit here. No, this row doesn't suit me; I'll try the next row back. Should I put my coat on the right or the left? I hope this is better than yesterday's movie." Her only redeeming quality is that she shuts up completely the moment the projector starts as though she were no longer crazy. --- Fur coat woman. Clearly it is her favourite article of clothing, since she wears it even in the summer, along with her fur toque.
Crazy woman chooses the same movie as me much too often. Maybe she is stalking me. Or maybe it's just that I notice her much more because she is talking.
I wonder if these people have a name for me.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 8, 2018 15:12:11 GMT
"The Watcher"?
"The Quiet One"?
"Future President of Our Cinema Club?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 16:17:23 GMT
Meet Mr. Okra,the NOLA roving fresh produce man. He travels throughout the different neighborhoods selling all manner of fresh produce,advertising them on his loud speaker. There was a time when this was the norm here,he is surely one of the last of a dying breed. I read a really cool brief "3 Course Interview" with Mr. Okra in our weekly newspaper The Gambit, by food critic writer Ian McNulty: Gambit: How did you get into this kind of work? Mr. Okra: It was my father, He was the first Mr. Okra man. He started selling fruit from a wheelbarrow, then from a horse and buggy, then from a truck. I rode around with him from way back. I had other jobs, but, I always came back to this. I look at it this way: it's a job and you got to have a job. Gambit: You travel all over town these days. Have you seen changes in the city along your routes? Mr. Okra:Oh, things change. I remember when children would see you coming, they'd call for their parents saying "Mama mama, here comes Mr. Okra!!" Now, you pass by, some of these areas you got here, you ask the kids if their parents want something and they look at you like you're crazy!". Gambit: Do you ever worry about competition or copycats? Mr. Okra: If someone else goes around doing this, what would happen? I have my own customers. They'd say, "That's all right, we got Mr. Okra coming". People give me their phone numbers, ask for special orders. If I don't come around for a while, they're calling me up, asking if I'm sick or need something. I got some nice customers. They look out for me and I look out for them. R.I.P. Mr. Okra who passed away a few days ago. His daughter will continue on as Ms. Okra A second line parade will march on 2/26/ at a not yet determined location Age 75, way too young.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 20, 2018 16:41:10 GMT
I saw this news online a few days ago & started to post it here, then thought that really, it's your local color to post. And you did! Great choice of clip to commemorate Mr. Okra.
This is the video I saw, but without the captions. Just found this captioned one, which is probably better for people not familiar with Mr. Okra's very New Orleans way of speaking ~
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 17:18:27 GMT
Thanks for that Bixa!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 1:49:07 GMT
Today we went to a few of the Saint Joseph Feast Day altars scattered about town.
Then this evening while out trapping feral kitties we encountered multiple tribes of Saint Joseph Eve Indians in full regalia.
'Twas a sight to be sure, each one as "Pretty" as the next.(how they like to be referred to).
Needless to say, we didn't do much cat trapping being trapped ourselves amongst the revelers on just another Monday evening in New Orleans under a Crescent moon over the "Crescent City"...
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 20, 2018 2:30:13 GMT
~ ❤️ ~
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Post by bixaorellana on Apr 16, 2018 20:30:13 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on May 27, 2018 17:16:02 GMT
Riding on the train from the airport to Paris this morning, I think I may have encountered the most stereotypical tourist family in the world. I did not talk to them, but they found a Franco-Vietnamese man who spoke perfect English on which to bounce every question that came into their heads.
First question, standing under the big sign that says (in English) "All trains go to Paris." : Does this train go to Paris?
Father:
How much do people earn in France? I mean like a waitress or somebody in an office. Do you think that musician will take shekels? Are there a lot of people in Paris? What do people do here on the weekend? What do you mean you only work 7 hours a day? (To younger son:) There's one of those fast trains. They go at least 100 mph and don't stop anywhere. That's why it costs more than $300 to take one.
Mother:
This woman speaks Macedonian. Isn't that incredible? We're Mormons. Do you know what Mormons are? Tell him about how I almost got my head cut off in China.* We've been to China a lot of times. Look at this Vietnamese money! How much is 20,000 worth? (After being told) : Can we keep it? (He gave it to them.) Why would they put Ho Chi Minh on their money? (To younger son:) Look at all of those tiny cars! And they don't have pickup trucks. Isn't that amazing? (To Vietnamese man:) We're staying in a tiny little house in the 16th arrondissement after the first day. There aren't any shops there, but the people were so nice to let us stay there. They stayed with us two years ago.
Teenage son:
Will we see the Paris Tower from Chalet? Do you think they have pizza here? I threw my ticket away. You didn't say I needed it again.
There was so much more, but I was semi comatose after the various flights from Guatemala, so I have forgotten a lot of it. Actually, it seemed like a very pleasant family although they were much too talkative for this part of the world. Even though they liked the Vietnamese man, I think that they might find the Parisians extremely rude because they don't start any question with 'bonjour' or 'excuse me' -- they just rip right into it.
* The husband clearly did not want to tell the story, so she did. "We were on this bus and I was afraid that I was going to puke. I stuck my head out of the window because I didn't want to puke inside the bus. There was a tramway coming in the opposite direction just a couple of inches from the bus, and a woman pulled me in."
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Post by kerouac2 on May 27, 2018 21:48:57 GMT
This is what undocumented migrants do on my street when I am out of town. It just goes to show how easily they could burgularise us if they wanted to.
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Post by mickthecactus on May 28, 2018 11:46:38 GMT
Bloody hell!
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Post by rikita on Jun 13, 2018 11:35:43 GMT
that was on different news sites/newspapers here ...
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Post by kerouac2 on Nov 27, 2019 21:11:15 GMT
At the town hall of the 18th arrondissement, there was a little memorial out front for a homeless woman who died the other day. With so many floral contributions, I wonder why this relatively young woman died in the street. imagizer.imageshack.com/img923/2326/YcfoPO.jpg
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Post by bixaorellana on May 10, 2020 23:17:20 GMT
The dogs & I had to go out early this afternoon for a walk & barely got home before it rained. You can maybe tell the weather from these pictures. Anyway, Oaxaca in the time of covid19 ~
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Post by casimira on May 11, 2020 12:12:37 GMT
Exquisite portrait albeit, a tad depressing.
I love the photo of all the dried flower petals on the ground surrounding the fountain.
There is a café here that is only serving meals to go.
They are well known for having indoor entertainment while people are dining. Most people love it but, my last visit there it drove me nuts as it drowned out all conversation.
During the pandemic they have had a musician standing outside the café, amplifier and all, singing, playing the accordion and some other instruments.
It is so surreal because the café and the street she is performing on is empty. An occasional passerby out walking their dog and she's just singing her heart out.
Bizarre times...
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Post by bixaorellana on Jun 10, 2020 5:24:36 GMT
Thanks, Casimira. Your word picture of the musician giving her all to an empty street is a real snapshot of our times. I took the camera along on my trip to the bank today. First, a couple of optimistic messages ~
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