Gayle Brennan Spencer – sending random thoughts to and from South Austin
They are like architectural banana peels.
It’s as though the designers want to make you trip as they entice your eyes upward to the tops crowning their creations.
The streets of Madrid are lined with countless of these dangerous distractions demanding your attention.
You long to amble along her boulevards awkwardly gawking for hours day after day after day.
Streets away from the Cathedral were peaceful when we were there. Peaceful enough for a catnap.
But flags still flapped in the breeze. Toledo was gussied up, as it has been for about the past 600 years, for the Feast of Corpus Christi.
Sheeting for shade, banners, lanterns and cones of flowers remained hung over the city’s narrow streets following the musical celebrations and solemn religious processions associated with the annual June event.
We missed the feast day itself, but enjoyed the leftover decorations.
So close to Toledo’s Plaza Mayor yet skipped by so many visitors, the riches of the Santa Cruz Museum are displayed in a stunning rehab of a 16th-century hospital.
Yes, there are some El Greco works inside, but, uncharacteristically, I was fascinated by the fashions – an exhibit titled La Moda Espanola en el Siglo de Oro.
If you are paying attention, please, Mister, a necklace with powerful magical amulets resembling the one above is at the top of my birthday wish list.
And more on the fashion front: Returning to a blog theme broached in San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico, “What should Jesus wear?,” a large canvas in this museum seems to address whether he wore boxers or briefs.
Postcards from Barton Springs 