Friday, June 24, 2005

Open, run and cool.

1. In the precinct there are quite often Bolivian buskers in bowler hats and ponchos. They play breathy pan-pipe music. Walking home I spotted the street sweeper teaching them a new song. He sang it quietly and rather hesitantly and they piped along.

2. A very small boy racing his dad down the street: 'Run, Daddy, run.'

3. People sitting on their doorsteps last thing at night.

Local knowledge, bakery and eyes on.

1. The taxi driver zigs up back ways and zags down side streets and jinks into traffic queues to get us across town in time for our appointm...