Going out on top
Maybe I should just leave now, because it's never going to get better than this.
Walking up Angel Gallardo toward my apartment, I heard sirens and saw a stream of motorcycle cops coming at me.
They were clearing traffic to make way for . . . a visiting dignitary? ¡¿la presidenta?!
No.
The Iron Maiden motorcade.
2 comments:
y las fotos??? andrew
It all happened so fast!
You probably don't believe me without photos, huh?
I'll grant you that this sounds like exactly the kind of thing I would make up out of whole cloth and then blog about, but I know what I saw.
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