Been caught these days with the usual --but newer- load of work accompanied by concerns over what the Euro crisis means for all of us. Only a fool would believe that one's concern for the visual arts makes one immune or exist above or beyond the realities that define the directions are lives take. The world and our place in it is much more interconnected and consequential than most care to notice; to me, this is a very sad thing. What does any of this have to do with the above image? Nothing. Let's call it my escape or ironic disconnect from this fractal universe we know as home. To be practical, it was seen on Av. Lazaro Cardenas in downtown, Mexico City.