A slice of life

On the triple carriageway along from the apartment- two for cars, one for buses, it's easy to miss the street lamps, camouflaged between Goliath palm trees.
The constant throng of traffic rattles and jolts in a transit melody.

At night the bass from-what I can only assume is that of a boy-racer's car, causes our apartment to vibrate and judder. It does however dispose of the need for a watch at 6pm every evening.

Sitting in a coffee shop- reading, we look out at the pavement and see a rather helpful citizen directing a motorist into a spare parking space. What a lovely fella. Except he's not being helpful, he's capitalizing. He's an opportunist. Like so many 'self-employed' people in the city, he'll 'protect' your car while you're away (with you having to pay the governmental metres also), but if you fail to pay, you will become the proud owner of a Nike swoosh down your nice new paintwork, the result of a 'random act' of key swipage.

What I particularly like though, is the family bond that is so evident between mother and daughter in this city.
Everywhere I look, girls of all ages walk arm in arm with their mothers or grandmothers. They teeter and totter with vague yet curious smiles.

Just sitting and observing this life is enthralling.

There's a little and a lot of everything here.