I had ended up in this part of town because the restaurant I wished to go to was closed for dining, they only had take-away. And the second choice was closed as well, but the third one was open for business. Success! It was a cold day, but after lunch I did take a brief stroll, looking in the many closed shop windows, and admiring the signs as I walked along.
This looks to be an electric meter, and I presume that the stickers are advertising local bands, but really, I have no idea what it all means.
I found this one to be rather specific (and I suspect that it is against “vapers”: persons using electronic cigarettes). My handy dictionary defines vapor as moisture in the air; especially visible floating moisture, as light mist. Also smoke and fumes. It would be a powerful sign that could deter the forces of nature.
I’m sure that this sign will stop something: it’s from the police.
But of course this was the best sign. And as signs are meant to be obeyed, I immediately complied.
When one goes to our tiny downtown area (much beloved of politicians and real estate interests), one of the more unusual stores is the Buddha shop. It caters to all of one’s Buddha needs (which must be rather extensive). I was going to a nearby shop, but there was plenty of parking spaces on this particular day, so I took a few quick snapshots (this is my apology for the poor quality of the pictures).
And besides the regular Buddhas for all the Buddhists out there, one can also purchase Hindu gods (you’re not buying the actual god, just an image).
Buddhas come in either laughing, contemplative or praying models.
And they are available in a choice of finishes, whether one needs a gaudy gold or plain matte statue.
Wait a minute, the next shop window display aren’t exactly Buddhas. But they have become objects of veneration, so I suppose that any of them counts as something to worship too.
This is the only Buddha at my house, the drinkable kind, and perhaps it leads to Nirvana, or something like it.