January 17, 2015

Lisbon. October, 2009

Hotel room picnic lunch. One of many for these two frugal travelers. Some good bread, a local cheese or two, olives, a piece of fruit. (This was before we realized we could make an abundant cold-cuts sandwich at the hotel’s breakfast buffet and spirit it away for the day’s lunch.) And, as is difficult at most restaurants, the weary tourist is able to lunch barefoot. No napkins? Use toilet paper. Inelegant but efficient.

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love this. Something very David Hockney about it ... the flat lighting and the colors perhaps ... or the pool-like reflection of a mysterious twink ... his features unreadable ... he is present yet detached.