banana and chips

I haven't posted any pictures for a while, largely because I haven't taken any. But there are some I've been meaning to put up.

To start, a few from the visit my parents paid me a couple of weeks ago. There are none from the salsa club, We went to Banksa Stiavnica, a little town three hours away by road. Due to ignorance of Slovak coach conduct (ie, turn up and queue an hour before departure) we'd never have got there without a wonderful deus ex machina involving forty people in front of us realising they were in the wrong line. It was super. The town was lovely also, very full of hills and strange angles, enchanting, I thought.


Here we are at this restaurant, the best (and only) piece of futuristic socialist architecture in Bratislava:

And true to form, wishing to please our absent chef, here is me (entirely unposed) in another restaurant. I am happy with the secession of my hairline. I never liked it anyway.

And finally, another pic from Banska Stiavnica. The region is famous for the contribution of its salamanders to the workers struggle:


Yesterday Amrei and I played with a katzchen, walking somewhere around Devinska Nova Ves. Cats are incredibly lovely when they are so little, and this one was absorbed by the idea of shaking paws. She would have spent all afternoon with us, I'm sure, but we had to save a caterpillar from certain death. It's hard being a superhero, and worse with a hangover.