Days of Mist

Sometimes I almost like having to leave the house at twenty past eight to walk to work. Here are, sfumatoed by fog:

the view from the corner of Calle del Acuerdo, looking onto the Plaza de las Comendadoras;

the view from the corner of Calle Amaniel, looking up the Calle de San Hermenegildo;

the view along Calle Alberto Aguilera;


two views of the trees in the little park that fills in the gaps between the Fundación Jiménez Díaz and the Complutense campus,

and the proto-Fascist, wildly homoerotic statue of two naked men, one on horseback, exchanging the flame of knowledge, that stands in the centre of the main square of the university.