La Vie En Rose

In Largo Argentina, this one woman is always singing. Rain or shine, she is there with pink pants and white hair in a hasty bun. Her melodies are indistinct, somewhere between Edith Piaf and Amy Winehouse. Singer gets this crazed look on her face when she opens her mouth so wide, like she is going to swallow me whole. The people waiting for the bus tend to look away. It's a little heartbreaking. A woman throwing herself into a senseless melody (we've all been there before). And yet, the Singer has become a fixture of the walk to school. From the humidity of August through the drizzle of December, she has been there. And when she isn't, we worry and wonder. It's so strange- the things we've become used to. Who knew I would miss such a spectacle.