The two neighbor daughters reading on their roof. It rained a little later and they retreated to the no-doubt hot rooms below. I don’t think they have air conditioning either. As our apartment is on the top floor, apparently all the hot air from below comes up here and the sun beats down and heats it up even more. Everything I touch is hot, especially the walls. It’s not so bad outside.
A building is being torn down across the street where the small truck is parked. It’s noisy because the building is made of hard material, steel or something. An abandoned store and the house behind it not too far away were torn down a couple of weeks ago. It was my favorite on this street and I always meant to take a picture. An old coffee shop with an oval window with shelves to display the plastic samples, elaborate bunches of tall weeds, the house completely covered in ivy. Probably built in the early sixties. I sometimes walk past a barber shop from the same era with faded letters on the window and a barely visible large Mickey Mouse. The other day I noticed the window was finally being repainted. With exactly the same vintage Mickey.