This is the view from the apartment.
The hallway leading from the apartment to the elevator.
The view from the elevator entryway.
The elevator has mirrors in it.
This is the sidewalk in front of the apartment.
A bridge that crosses a part of the Truckee River.
A Truckee river duck.
Another view of a Truckee river duck.
The office is a two block walk from the river.
The stairway leading to the office.
Finally made it. She let me in.
This is actually from my cousin’s restaurant in Ashland, OR.
It’s called Hither.
Cordoba is the birthplace of Seneca the Younger. I learned this in a moment of stupidity. I was standing near the statue taking this photo and I heard a tour guide address his clients.
“I was born in that building over there. This statue is of a Roman poet named Seneca, who was born here in Cordoba” he explained.
“That’s ridiculous,” I thought. “Seneca must have been born in Rome… right? Wait, actually I don’t know the answer to that at all.” After my foolish internal monologue I realized that yes, Seneca was born in Cordoba.
Cordoba was larger than Paris back then. Cordoba is an interesting place…
Here is an image of V levitating in the street.
The skies above Cordoba are stunning.
This is a corner of the Puerta del Puente in Cordoba.
This is an image of the Roman Bridge of Cordoba. It crosses the Guadalquivir river which smells bad periodically.
Here is the top of the Triunfo de San Rafael with the sky and some clouds in the background.
How many horses do you count here? Later, this organization carried away a married couple and their kids.
Botica is a shop in Cordoba. What a cool hand-painted tile sign.
V wakes up in Paris.
The age that Jesus died.
That beautiful building with a cloud behind it.
This photo is ugly, but I want to build this one day so I included it here. This would make for an excellent wood, metal, rope and fabric project. The project would be titled as follows: make a beautiful boat which sails it’s self.
Tate in front of a statue by the medici family.
A greek actor. Playing with negative space.
Wrought iron (?) fence around the Jardin de Luxembourg. I always speak Spanish when in foreign countries. Even when the country I’m in doesn’t speak Spanish. Therefore I often say it all wrong.
I made a few more things related to our trip to Paris. You can check them out by clicking here: