The heavy heat of mid April Goa only served to make the blend of airs even more of a burden for an alien me. The slow rot of the produce market beside me; the exhaust fumes of the army of poorly maintained bikes and cars flowing all around; and of course the delightful scent wafting over from fish mongering women down the road. Wading through the melange, i could only avoid so many ‘cool bar’ signs before stopping for my 3rd sip before noon.
click here to join me for a drink, and much observing
I have precious little good to say about Milano, or rather about my time there. Two moments attached themselves to the below pictures and that was about all.
click here for a bar and a church, and the good times will roll