Agra Fort and the Baby Taj
Baby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj *repeat until insane*
Baby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj *repeat until insane*
In which we see Manx Men, Manx Cats, Manx Sheep, Manx Sea Lions, and various other beasties. And I learn never to start a blog post in the third person.
Every now and then we try to do a weekend packed full with various art-y culture-y things.
That right kind of Pride.
aka Boston, Day 1
Final installment of the Toronto blogs.
It took me several months of random conversations before I realised that the area in between Manchester and Sheffield in the north of England, is actually called the Peak district instead of the Peat district.
Yayoi Kusama is having a moment.
Back before I headed off to Boston for a conference, I made a top. Which I am calling the Opt Top.
The One Thing that’s More New York than Times Square and Central Park and 99c Pizza and really big fruits.