Flowers in the City
I spent a month in Argentina this summer, and one thing I will never forget is the way you could not walk a block without seeing fresh-cut flowers for sale. Roses still remind me of Buenos Aires, especially when there are all different colors mixed together.
Every day as I walked to class, I passed by this man setting up his wares.
I never bought a bouquet from him, which is something I regret. I could find it if I ever visited the city again. Maybe someday I will buy flowers from him and he will cease to be a Stranger.
Every day as I walked to class, I passed by this man setting up his wares.
I never bought a bouquet from him, which is something I regret. I could find it if I ever visited the city again. Maybe someday I will buy flowers from him and he will cease to be a Stranger.
posted by Kate Spinillo at 3:34 AM
1 Comments:
It looks like such a fun job...and one that can't be outsourced or automated. (You know, I have bought flowers from a grumpy man on California Street for years, and I still consider him a Stranger...how sad...you've inspired me to at least learn his name :)
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