The second time we visited these steps, MEGA SPY claimed that one could always catch a lizard on the rocks. We saw one, he was green. Scrow climbed over the railing to cetch him, but he scurried away before he got too close. Scrow is a poor lizard catcher.
Scrow claimed that if one sat on the porch swing outside his apartment for long enough, one would see a lizard. I sat, but I saw no lizard. But I did see a dragonfly with amazing black-tipped wings, and I did drink in the smell of the gardenias growing just beyond the fence.
There is a flea market in the French Quarter with a million tables, all selling the same things. I bought two pairs of sunglasses for $5, and one of them was the pair I have to buy over and over again, because I keep losing or breaking them. They are purple, and squarish, and not too attractive, but they make the sky electric and reds almost hurty in their brightness -- the only color they don't enhance is green, which is sort of a shame, but whaddaya gonna do. I wore sunglasses with brown lenses once -- ugh, ugh, and double ugh. They made the world seem AWFUL! Who wears sunglasses that make the world ugly? Crazy people, that's who.
Oh! Speaking of sunglasses, Slick and I had identical pairs. Isn't that neat? They have flames on the side, and the lenses are rose-colored, which seems to get me comments from the people I work with that I am looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. The people I work with are uninteresting.
At the flea market were a thousand and one "silveniers" I wanted to get for Mitch because I knew he would HATE them. Like beads, or a "lei" type thingie made of fake marijuana leaves, or a dried alligator head. Scrow encouraged me to buy a peeled sugar cane for a dollar, so I did. I bit off a piece and chewed it, as instructed. It was interesting, but I didn't like it much and ended up throwing it away.