It was the end. Maybe not the very end, but 'an' end.

It's doomed.

Starting my first *vacation* in god knows how long with a hangover and a compliment on my shoes.

I wonder if she realises the advantage of only having to pack single shoes.

The band, together for just a few minutes, rocked the heck out of that rooftop.

Your face can kiss the ground better.

This city is always building, building, building.

It's gonna be so tough to break her heart.

'Salvation of your soul today, Sir?' No thanks. Not today.

The man behind the counter stands at a right angle to me, praying to Allah. He kneels, stands, kneels again.

This powder blue castle wedged between brick apartments is a doppelgänger for Granada, Nicaragua's main church!

A new couple on the bus to Highbury. He's tattooed behind the ears. She's ponytail'd and muse's on their future.