There She Goes Again

There was a transvestite prostitute outside my office building tonight. It's really not the kind of neighborhood where I'd expect to find prostitutes, but there she was. I've seen her twice, in fact, so I guess maybe she's a regular. Tonight she was wearing really tall high-heeled boots, hot pants, and a long coat that she was kind of flashing open at oncoming traffic to reveal the boots and hot pants. Straight out of an Almodóvar movie.

There are desert places everywhere here. Gelato, candy, Belgian waffles, chocolate. Most of the restaurants have a prix fixe (menú del día) option at lunchtime, and that usually comes with a fancy desert. I don't understand how people stay so thin here.