And don’t forget it’s three cheek kisses in Europe.
Brussels and Spain. Cruelly summarised.
What’s the difference between an old bus stop and a lobster with a boob job?
It’s beautifully, flamboyantly cliché. Ricky Martin has a house on one of the wide, green-canopied avenues. His music plays here more than is merited.
A catch up entry from March 2017, lost between the flimsy pages of my Google Inbox and iPhone notes.
Ooh, pretty coastline!
In which NYC and I do Round III.