Saturday, June 17, 2006
Doris the snake
I watched in great amusement, the expression on people’s faces as they approached. One middle aged woman pushing a stroller almost scraped herself against the building wall in her attempt to get as far as possible from Doris. As she drew level, she broke into a short sprint. 3 young girls, perhaps 13 years of age, stopped. 2 of them were scared, the other, fascinated. She had pictures taken of herself with Doris wrapped around her and later kissed the snakes head.
I was desperate not to forget the detail and asked a passing woman if she had a pen. I’m guessing she was about 80, but very sprightly with beautiful skin and eyes and a mischievous smile. Danielle was dancing. The woman I stopped said that if I danced, she would also – but I didn’t. On her way back a few minutes later, she smiled, looked at my companions and said: “Is this guy bothering you? I can call the cops!”