I know I chronicle our neighborhood a lot, but I just love it here and I want to document the everyday.
Also, I am not one of those with the oppotunity (read: funds) to travel the country, so closer to home is where I find my adventures.
On Sat., they were doing some digging to put in new telephone lines. It was interesting to me how they did it, with spaced-out trenches, like rabbit tunnels. Also, construction zones and even the tools seem so much more rudimentary here than in the States. I actually ended up stepping right in the freshly poured cement over one of these trenches on my walk back home because there was no sign whatsoever and nothing blocking the area off.
Nice. Fake money. US$ dollars, no less ...