The old man leaving the bar, shrugging on his jacket like a well worn friend, I’ve seen him before, although he looks a little thinner than I remember. A wave of grey hair the Santana moustache his three piece suit, distinguished in this run down neighbourhood. A woman sitting outside, sipping beer straight from the bottle, says to him “eh!
I enjoyed this great little tale of daily life in your little town .We see people we know and then one day they have changed ...or worse still ,died .It's what happens ...the way of the world .We don't see ourselves but we guage the slow decline in others .Getting thinner ,getting greyer ,weaker .
Weak tea too!
Nice little Spanish town story Marc .
When I go out in my little Italian town I always say hello to the old people ....they smile and wave .Just in case we won't say "buongiorno " the day after .
I enjoyed this great little tale of daily life in your little town .We see people we know and then one day they have changed ...or worse still ,died .It's what happens ...the way of the world .We don't see ourselves but we guage the slow decline in others .Getting thinner ,getting greyer ,weaker .
Weak tea too!
Nice little Spanish town story Marc .
When I go out in my little Italian town I always say hello to the old people ....they smile and wave .Just in case we won't say "buongiorno " the day after .
So evocative! Touched my transparent heart ❤