All pics here.
A rose from above ground.
Yours truly & friends Rob & Ros. Saturday night they took us to a Brazilian grill called Rio, where we stuffed our faces till we nearly burst and Sunday they showed us a place called Yukon Jacks (I think?) where I had the most sinfully delicious pudding ever. The others were happy about their meals too, so either these two guys know where the good stuff's at, or Fresno is a hitherto unsung Mecca for food lovers.
Huge pomegranades.
The underground gardens were built by a Sicillian immigrant, who furnished the sparse surroundings with all the amenities available in the first half of the 20th century, including a bathtub. In the shallow areas on the sides of the bridge he kept fish he'd caught in the river, until such time as he saw fit to eat them.
He also had a proper aquarium, here rendered somewhat cartoonishly.
A well. He also gathered up water in several spots around the caves.
Bed & fireplace.
He had a freezer, oven, radio, etc.
Fruit growing out of the floor.
Man of darkness.
This is from the joint where we had lunch Sunday. Bread pudding, mmmmm.
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