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The Pheebs in Barcelona and other Strange People Sightings.

November 2, 2011

It’s been icky gray here again, so here’s a post drawn from a several thousand photo archive.

There were no preconceived notions about Barcelona; it was a place we were to go, as Emily said so.

I simply CANNOT STAND cheesy staged “take my picture!” shots, so I have to get them out of the way – and quickly.

Fortunately, Emily has a sense of humor with regard to such things.  Whomever she decides she’s marrying (that’s how it works with women inheriting the Pheebs gene, BTW – they do the picking; we’re along for the ride) will never lead a dull life, this I promise.

Okay.  that’s out of the way.  For some odd reason, I took more people photos here than on any other trip. I’ve no explanation,

Other than we were constantly surrounded by people.

For a while, I photographed people photographing – just for the heck of it.

I’d discovered the secret to really good photographs in Rome.  I’ll share it with you.  It’s easy:

1) Find the photographer with the biggest lens.

2) Follow them around, and;

3) photograph what they photograph.

Be prepared to make a break for it, though, as it usually ticks of the professionals when they catch you doing it.

After a while, this became boring, so I moved onto street performers.  Unlike our circus at Mallory Square, Barcelona performers tend towards static displays.

From there I moved onto the African illegal touts selling counterfeit purses.  They have their displays rigged in such a fashion one pull of a string turns the whole shebang into a duffel, and they sprint off to a new locale.  They scooted simply beacuse I wanted to photograph them.

I love this lady – the quintessential befuddled English tourist.

It wasn’t until we returned home that the Pheebs confided she had serious heart issues the entire trip; she’d been sneaking nitro pills in an effort to hide this from both Emily and I.  When I looked at the photos later – it was clear.

Thankfully we have the issue sorted out.

People are people wherever one goes, it seems.

I’m certain the passengers on this tour bus found us equally as odd.

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  1. November 2, 2011 7:35 am

    Man I know I was having angina but seriously my hair was way to long. Glad I became well enough to get a hair cut.


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