Saturday, 5 February 2011
Behind the museum of horrors and torture there is a small group of local children. They are strategically placed by the emergency back door. Everytime they hear a horrendous sound effect coming from inside the building (as the tourists go through the tour) they let out high pitched mosquito -on-acid screams, which in turn prompts the people inside the building to scream even louder as they realise they are listening to the real thing.
It's very funny but then that's why I am here.
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Monday, 31 January 2011
One small grape-hyacinth struggling to make a pale appearance.