David Bowie sat on the edge of a long white sofa in the roof garden of a Casablanca hotel. A low behind separated him from the city skyline. Glowing paper lanterns swung in the warm evening breeze.
Not-so shaggy dog story: a brush with death
An ordinary visit to the park turns into a near-death experience. As I dutifully pick up his shit, my dogs runs toward a busy main road.