slimy green pools;
sphinxes in a state of disrepair;
a temporarily closed labyrinth;
gravel that gets between the toes;
brick-bottomed pools that remind me of Stalker;
a tiny fortress for artillery practice;
benches where people make slightly witchy offerings;
trees propped up with canes;
houses covered with canes;
decorative islands;
a wild boar by a reflective pool;
shady avenues;
flowerbeds;
a glyptotheque;
bark;
busts;
pretend Egyptian relics;
a rustic house which makes people happy, and
an imposing entrance.
The park is near Alameda de Osuna, which either has a sense of humour or none at all.
You get to it by the metro, and as you can see, it is under-used.
No comments:
Post a Comment