
Trying to pick a cafe in Salamanca Square, Hobart, we spotted what we thought was a large brown goat. Both the alpaca and her owner were very friendly, but we only cuddled and took loads of pictures with one of them.

Trying to pick a cafe in Salamanca Square, Hobart, we spotted what we thought was a large brown goat. Both the alpaca and her owner were very friendly, but we only cuddled and took loads of pictures with one of them.

We were crossing Rue St-Denis at Avenue du Mont-Royal when came across a man playing the accordion on the corner. We asked if we could take his photo; he smiled and said (in french): “Everyone wants to take my photo! Must be the music.”

“saw him in the lower east side sitting outside this little shop. went up to him because he had a cool hat, was smoking a cigar and had an eye patch. had to convince him to take a photo with the patch on – he wanted to take it off because he said he looked like the terminator. said he used to play the bongos at bluenote and that i should check it out.” – pitythecool

She was just sitting around on the streets of Recoleta on a Sunday morning. Didn’t care that we took her photo and didn’t say much. She wasn’t as drunk as she appears in this photo.

he looks like he might bust a cap in your ass or just tell you to fuck off in spanish.

Met him on Campbell Street in Surry Hills just sitting outside under a tree. Was really happy to be photographed and smiled when he saw the pics. He didn’t say a word, but his teeth said it all.