I love unfinished graffiti. Or the kind where somebody starts to write, then have a change of mind and cancel or cover up. I mean, come on; it’s not like you’re doing worldclass art here. You have a very short time, you have the guts to write on somebody’s wall, though it’s illegal. At least make up your mind about what you have to say that makes it worth the risk. No?
Or is covered-up graffiti the street-equivalent to kleptomania?
The powerful urge to just have to write/steal *something*, never mind what?
A busdriver honked his horn appreciatively when i whooshed by him, yesterday on my bicycle.
Nice, I am not one to turn down a compliment.
But he had a busload full of people smiling and waving behind him, probably thinking what *I* was thinking: “flirting should be something between 2 persons, not something to share with a load of passengers”.
I obviously still haven’t gotten used to Italians putting their appreciations on display like that*.
Weather’s very strange today, I had to leave my bicycle at home as it was raining this morning.
*and of the fact that he was speaking on his mobile *and* turning his head to see me better. Hell, he’s driving a bus and is in charge of the safety of all those passengers