My favorite statue in Puerta del Sol, a plaza just a half mile from my parents' apartment. It's called El oso y el madroño, "the bear and the strawberry tree".
Plaza Mayor, another plaza two blocks up from my parents' apartment, holds one of the many giant Christmas markets that cover Madrid during the holiday season. A woman with her fancy pigeons was trying to make a couple bucks by taking people's photos with them. I loved the pink fantail, I contemplated getting a picture with her until she shoved them back into a book bag. Literally. Shoved them into a book bag.
Gabe stated, "That's hella meta."
One of the creepier statues around the train station. People were making out right next to it. "Talking Heads" indeed.
Moon guardians.
We traversed the wall surrounding the town of Avila and I fell in love with the ancient stonework greenery. Centuries of moss, ferns, lichen, and algae have grown into the cracks of the rock, intricate art in its own right.
Tiny beauty.
Aves de la ciudad
City graffiti on crumbling walls appeals to me so much.
I will never not be friends with pigeons.
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