after the spaniards.
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We watched the Euro 2012 quarterfinal match between Spain and France while perched on stools along the bar at Floyd, the room equally divided between spirited fans of La Roja and Les Bleus. Afterwards we wandered down Henry Street, got a couple of slices from Francesco’s, and then resituated ourselves at Bar Bruno for some wine and reading — I mean, where else to follow up a soccer match than a soccer-paraphenalia-strewn bar?
We argued briefly on the (de)merits of Slavoj Zizek.
When the light got to that point nearish to the horizon, that lovely point where everything is ablaze but the shadows long and dark, we headed out to the nearby park to read a bit more. The afternoon ended with the sounds of kids playing basketball in the adjacent courts, and the evening started with a simple meal at Frankies.
This light: it is perfect. The Leica can’t get enough of it.
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