Am I blue?
I wandered lonely as a tourist. I mean you got to move, know I'm sayin'?.

Heading North-- past a parade of stores including a lower-than-street level cafe, there was a shop called Bok & Paper and another called Glas & Porslin. Cool.

I'm told by adventurous daredevils that it is more than interesting to row underneath the tunnel of the central Faraglione.

Sometimes the waters along the dark, rocky sides have almost the same reflection as the Kandinsky grotto.

You can't beat that with a stick. At the end of the parade of shops is a restaurant and numerous & sundry large, colorful balloons pulled by Alaskan huskies. A bit visually disorienting for yours truly.



But, hey, the food looks good and the weather is so clear I can see every snowflake individually, and even the gravy bowl to the East shines like "a beacon in a bonnet (old saw from Fibber Mcgee & Molly)".

During the hazy summer, there was an awning over the window which made me feel I was seeing the view through a letter box. Ach du Lieber!

My baby sent me an air mail.

                                                     





 Yeah.
  It's a blue world without Wassily.




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