Part of my daily routine
Is to video the various sounds here.
This time we have:
The knife sharpener
Who walks around the town
Sharpener thrown over his shoulder,
With a whistle you can’t miss.
But first, here’s a clown on his motorscooter
On the way to work, I guess
Then 6pm Saturday evening in the Jardin.
Full of people, a beautiful evening,
The estudiantinos on one side,
The mariachis have a captive group on the other side.
Back home, the cutting of a lone Eucalyptus tree
And finally, the call of the milk truck.
I finally caught a good long honking –
Fresh, unpasterized milk
From the rancho.
Here is the movie of the sounds