grime and then sand

I joined the posse to see Sherlock Holmes yesterday, which had some good grimy London in Victorian times scenes. More a pleasant way to spend some time than a great film, but worth it for the London shots. Then we headed for some shots at a bar that I’d never visited downstairs in Soho.

By the time we got back I’d heard about the Dylan-esque tune that rashbre had concocted during Sunday whist hitting the Sol.

I shall have to watch out or someone else might want to have a go at the vocals when we collaborate.

la dama puliendo el paso, por todo la calle real