Barcelona

In the metro I sat opposite an older couple, 70's maybe, with a very small dog between them. The woman was suntanned, had carefully done hair, several gold chains around her neck, with things hanging from them, and very white capris which really showed off the veins and swellings and puckerings on her lower legs. On her feet she had pink polka dot sandals, with a tight strap around her ankle, adding to the swellings no doubt, and a little hole at the front where three of her toes stuck out strangely, with dark brown painted toenails. She kept leaning over to talk to her husband, caressing the dog who twitched a lot and had one of those permanent snarls but seemed otherwise quite pleasant, and then every time she'd move her hand a little further over and leave it cupping his crotch (the husband's). It was weird.