The sign

The sign at Tienda Inglesa (Street View pic from better days) had become very faded, so they brought in a huge crane and took it down.

That thing is big! And i can promise you this is a job I would not want to have anything to do with, ever. I hope I get to see them reinstalling it.

She

Since our neighbors opened their minimercado a year ago. their outside summer-shade sitting area has increasingly become a repository of store-related items, including this display case, which fortunately I see only when I get close to the wall.

That face. I absolutely do not like that face. The pinched smirky mouth. The eyebrows that seem raised, as if she sees something surprising in you. But not pleasant, because she’s not smiling. And those bulging eyes. Remind me of, yeah,

alleged school shooters.

And now I want to know if she’s a real person. Does she have a firearm? Is she on prescription drugs?

Children for sale?

Niños sign, yard in Uruguay

With no call to action, this sign had me a little puzzled. The nearby parking attendant explained that it’s to remind people that there’s a school nearby, with children learning the classic Uruguayan practice they will carry into adulthood, namely wandering around in traffic, oblivious to it. Well, OK, he didn’t say exactly that.

Regardless, assuming that an Uruguayan driver will make the connection between the word niños and the thought that perhaps he should slow down strikes me as an entirely unreasonable proposition.