Saturday, 11 May 2013

this morning

I have a scooter. His name is The Hound.
I rode The Hound along the docks this morning with my visor open. It's May, as you may know by now, and the most delightful smells hit me, one by one, as I drove by. It all started with the tang of salt water and seaweed, transcended into the sharpness of fresh coffee, and back to saltwater but with a slightly more fishy sense to it. And then came the unfortunate smell of motor oil....

I like the smell and taste of cigars. And the density of the smoke.


This is one of many many pictures I took while vacating in Portugal two years ago. I never published any of them on my last blog. But here there will be more.

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