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Today I went to a flea market (one of my favorite pastimes-- especially in Japan, where you can buy gorgeous silk kimono jackets) and spent several happy hours browsing the wonderful selection of comic books and old Boy's Own Adventure pulp novels. Unfortunately, all in Spanish. The market was partly in a plaza, and partly on two alleys on a sharp slope, so when I stood on the plaza and looked up, the alleys looked like a river of bobbing heads and hats.
Then I saw a pet shop, and decided to go in and look at the cute puppies. Apparently half the shoppers also thought that would be a relaxing diversion, so the place was just as packed as the alleys. There are some very exotic pets available in Madrid. I wrote down the names to ask Lawrence (whom I am sitting across from now, in the Cafe of the Naked Men (and Women) on the walls. (He is photographing me and the Naked Men Parts on the Walls right now.)
Right, the animals. I got distracted. There were hamsters the size of mice, spherical little puffballs bouncing about the cage with more energy than hansters usually show; bizarre creatures in a heap in one corner of the cage, the size of rats with rabbit-like ears and very long stilt-like legs, which Lawrence confirmed were kangaroo rats (rata canguro); things like mini-guinea pigs with tufted tails, degu; and more mysterious rodents in a cage labeled perrito mejicano; that is not what they are, though, because I am informed that means "chihuahua."
I must sign off now, the Cafe of Naked Men (and Women, but we all know which I'm looking at) is closing down.
Then I saw a pet shop, and decided to go in and look at the cute puppies. Apparently half the shoppers also thought that would be a relaxing diversion, so the place was just as packed as the alleys. There are some very exotic pets available in Madrid. I wrote down the names to ask Lawrence (whom I am sitting across from now, in the Cafe of the Naked Men (and Women) on the walls. (He is photographing me and the Naked Men Parts on the Walls right now.)
Right, the animals. I got distracted. There were hamsters the size of mice, spherical little puffballs bouncing about the cage with more energy than hansters usually show; bizarre creatures in a heap in one corner of the cage, the size of rats with rabbit-like ears and very long stilt-like legs, which Lawrence confirmed were kangaroo rats (rata canguro); things like mini-guinea pigs with tufted tails, degu; and more mysterious rodents in a cage labeled perrito mejicano; that is not what they are, though, because I am informed that means "chihuahua."
I must sign off now, the Cafe of Naked Men (and Women, but we all know which I'm looking at) is closing down.
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I DID get your package. OH MY GOD. SCAR. I squealed my head off when I opened the package. Can I often you my firstborn kittens? (His arms are detachable. This amuses me far more than it should. I can make him a little cape of green felt and have Episode 40s Scar!) ROMANTIC FIGURINE POSING WHEEE!
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