Category: seniors
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Below The Equator V: At The Flea Market in San telmo/ Knives, Bola Balls & Street Tango
[The street where the artists sell their…art. Photo is mine] Is it me or is the temperature 90° F? ~~Patrick Egan (January, 12, 2025) “Oh, you simply must go to the Flea Market at Plaza Dorrego in San Telmo,” said our landlady, Flor. She has an appropriate tat on her right forearm. It’s a beautiful…
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I Bought A Bath Bomb
[The Bath Bomb. Photo is mine.] Do you think we’re going to leave this bath now? said Beaver Hateman, going menacingly to Uncle. Yes, I do! Well, you’re jolly well wrong! I’m going to stay here all night, if I want to! ~~ J. P. Martin “Uncle” I glanced at the rear view mirror. The…
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The Journey’s End 1: Winchester Cathedral
[In the nave of Winchester Cathedral. A man stands at a mirror, allowing the viewer to study and admire the vaulting of the ceiling without cracking a vertebra in one’s upper neck. Photo is mine.] Winchester Cathedral You’re bringing me down You stood and you watched as My baby left town. ~~New Vaudeville Band It…
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The Terminus
[A card, purchased at a small souk in the Marrakech Market. It is my name, Patrick, written in Arabic by a calligrapher. The cost was about $4.00. A small amount for a priceless piece of art. Important to me. Photo is mine.] The end of journey is not a period, but a comma. ~~ Anon…
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A Tale of Very Old Water Tunnels, Dying Palms & A Police Citation
[One of the many towns we encountered on our way west…toward Marrakesh. Photo is mine.] Traveling-it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller. ~~ Ibn Battuta The Great Dunes are behind us. My dream of riding into the largest desert in the world has been fulfilled. I have no regrets, except for the…
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I Ride A Camel Through The Dunes And Ponder The Shape Of Things
Midnight at the oasis Sing your camel to bed… ~~ Maria Muldaur Midnight at the Oasis I did it. We did it. We were shown our camels, and without any instruction at all, we road off into the dunes. Our destination was our Dune Camp. I volunteered to be first to mount the dromedary assigned…
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Nothing Prepared Me For The Medina Of Fez
Leaving our hotel in Fez is an experience. We left our room and walked down a flight of stairs to a sitting room, a sofa with cushions. A baby grand piano is in the next room. Portraits of men in Fezs’ and women in veils. Soldiers with carbines and horses with elaborate saddles. In the…
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