Pegman would have loved to have seen Gato Barbieri. R.I.P. Here is what he actually saw:
Holla! Pegman saw those that saw straight back at him and a vicious – yet ultimately pointless – pointing contest between Peg and faceless working-class-locals erupted and spilled out onto the streets. By the time the dust cleared and order had been restored, many holes had been poked in the air, much Spanish spoken and much Tequila dispensed. The flamenco player put aside his hand-crafted guitar as the tap-dancers dispersed (one complaining bitterly of corns). A cat watching from a windowsill yawned, scratched behind one ear, and went back to sleep.
© Grumpy Axolotl.
Written for What Pegman Saw
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Grumpy Axolotl 
Sounds like it’s all kicking off! Pegman needs to keep his head down 🙂
Vivid, evocative and poetic.
This is a hoot! I love where you took it faceless me, flamenco dancers, tequila, and cats!
What a riot – love the cat’s disinterested tone. It is as if the cat is the narrator. A purrrfectly told story. 😬