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An inquisitive old fart with a camera







34°46’35.54″S 55°44’32.14″W

Piedra Lisa, once a night club. Incredible noise all night in the summer. After hours of ear-splitting sound, people would walk drunkenly through the streets at 6 AM, singing loudly and badly or simply shouting conversations because they could barely hear. Trash containers overturned, plastic cups everywhere, people passed out in the dunes.

It then became a cooperative restaurant that did not last long.

It’s a shame the local government should simply let it go to waste (though someone did remove glass).



But I don’t miss the night club.
34°46’48.94″S 55°45’8.73″W
Long ago, somebody gave me a couple of pieces of plastic gutter. Then at a job I supervised, a delivery included excess downspout. So I bought a few more pieces and put a gutter on our barbacoa.
The problem is, I didn’t do a very good job and the fascia board was not in good shape.

As you can see.

I had another long, narrow board left over from a remodel, so I installed it. I have enough of the originals to rip a piece to fit the gap. The fascia boards should cover the rafter ends, but hey: not perfect, but not bad.

One of today’s projects was reinstalling the cutter as a planter. The 2% grade is probably overkill, but the way I’ve installed it with wire, that is easily adjustable. Note how the downspout is cut perfectly to rest on the tile zócalo. I did not cut any pipe. That just happened.

Two days ago, on the dog walk, Syd stomped this plant flat to the ground. Because he knew what would happen.
And it did.

The four month old Siamese from the minimercado next door (other side of wall) has become insoportable, according to Guillermina, the neighbor who runs it.
But we were delighted when it visited the other evening. The dogs were inside (needless to say), and the cat put its front paws on the low bay window sill to be nose to nose with Mocha the dog, who was puzzled, to say the least.
Nice to have cat energy around again. It’s been a few years.

decided that being in his bed under the chair was not sufficiently in the limelight. So he dragged the cushion to the middle of the floor and plopped himself down on it.


At the point I spotted these (I was trying to guess the height of a helicopter flying quite low), one was passing directly over the other at almost right angles. Why did they both detour to fly near Montevideo instead of going directly to São Paulo?

I doubt they were there at the same time.


I took my bike to get a tuneup, and as I walked by wa amazed by seeing so many things that I would miss, especially driving, but even on a bicycle. Like this homemade two-story ladder.

And this monstrosity in the middle of a residential neighborhood. Would you want that next door?

Or this, ten metes from your front door?

I’ve seen this an another house, near the defunct town zoo. Imagine a contractor putting a plaque with his name on your house!

Or naming your house “Kanguro.” Misspelling of Kangoru?

Can’t imagine how many times I’ve past this abandoned basketball backboard without ever seeing it.

And there, that contractor again….