Manchurian

Photo copyright Liz Larrabee

My Favorite Manchurian... This man who, for some reason, reminds me of a Manchurian, though I've never seen a Manchurian, was a frequent park bencher at the jardin, as were many of us in San Miguel. I found his face fascinating, his eyes portraying a certain command over his destiny as he watched the world pass by. The sweater he's wearing was one similar to those knitted by the inmates of the local jail which was across the street from where he sat.