Here’s a couple of views of another tuning from my neck of the woods. I’d forgotten there were three. I’m still looking for the orange one . . .
And here’s a snap of the sort of shop I hate, even though it does prove that money (and possibly even intelligence) is no barrier to bad taste. Some Spanish families – especially of nouveaux riches pijos – love to dress their many kids in matching outfits bought from places like this. From the teenager down to the baby. They should all be shot.
And, finally, here’s a birthday card from my younger daughter. It came with the inscription – “This is inspired by your choice of women . . .”. Nice, eh? I guess she was excluding her mother. But who really knows?