|COLOR-COORDINATION? SEEN ON OUR WAY TO THE BUS.|
|COLORFUL PERSONALITY. MEETING SOMEONE AT THE BUS STOP.|
SOMEONE WAS APPARENTLY ON "SEVILLA TIME" AND THIS LADY WAS NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.
The light wasn't ideal for picture-taking (but I took pictures anyway). We passed some of the 1,040 casetas. We saw beautiful horses, riders, and carriages (all were beautiful — not just the horses). The children on horseback were exceptional. Jerry wondered aloud if he would look as good on a horse if he wore the short jacket and hat. I reminded him that he had never met a horse from which he hadn't fallen or been thrown. (He didn't need reminding.)
We strolled through the enormous, excruciatingly loud and noisy midway; ate a good (and healthy) lunch, unfortunately adjacent to the excruciatingly loud and noisy midway; and then walked all the way home (with a stop half-way for a couple of mango frappuccinos and dulce de leche cheesecake — just to give us strength).
|BETTING ON A DARK HORSE IN BAD LIGHT.|
|I DON'T KNOW HOW ANYONE TOOK A CARRIAGE RIDE BEFORE THE ADVENT OF THE MOBILE PHONE.|
|A PAUSE IN THEIR PROMENADE.|
|THERE WAS A "MEGA" KANGURO BEHIND ME. A TRULY MEGA-MAXI MIDWAY.|
(IN SPAIN, THE "WHERE'S WALDO" BOOKS ARE CALLED "¿DONDE ESTÁ WALLY?)
|A STREET PERFORMER IN LOS REMEDIOS, A FEW BLOCKS FROM THE FAIR.|
(SOMEONE SHOULD TELL HIM: SEMANA SANTA IS SO TWO WEEKS AGO.)