Nothing makes you hungry like a giant chipped plaster croissant, right?


Another of my parking lots. I have dozens more. Both the word (estacionamiento is parking lot, estacionar is to park) and the place fascinate me. Can't say exactly why. This is in the neighborhood called Once, which accounts for the wandering Jew. (Lots of Jewish commerce there, i.e. fabric merchants, button vendors, places to buy your mannequins, etc.)

I especially like them when they're empty on the weekend.

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