No, I didn’t sneeze…. it’s a place.
Granted it’s designed for tourists with money to burn.
But it’s also a lovely warren of shops and cafes…
And a pleasant place to stroll the day away.
(I think this elk was complaining about his decided lack of fluffy butt.)
I could easily have seen that skull on my living room coffee table…
We saw Mark Twain.
And a very relaxed Albert Einstein.
(I wanted my other half to take my picture sitting on his lap and giving him a smooch, but again… uncooperative husband.)
Most of the shops were outrageously expensive…
And some of them were down right weird.
This one had fake pink stalactites hanging from the ceiling.
As well as …..
But any way you look at it?
That’s an amethyst penis.
(And a very large one at that.)
And if you think my husband was mortified at the thought of me kissing dear old Albert?
You should have seen his face when I made a point of photographing that semi precious love dart.