Same people. Same place. Same century. But an eight year difference. It seems my skin has weathered a bit since 2004. And I have a little more to spare around my middle – although the string bag pulling on my jumper probably doesn’t help. I guess this is the phenomenon known as ‘ageing’. And it appears that I am not, very sadly, immune. Mr Lenin is taking the years in his stride just fine, however. Mrs P wants us to go back to Budapest. We’ve pencilled in 2020. So maybe I’ll have a third photo to add to this pair in another eight years time. If the size of the image below is a little small, by the by, then clicking on it will take you the original on Flickr, with all sorts of size options available.
The Mexile 
You’re aging well… what’s your secret? Fast living and bad habits… or a portrait stashed away that can never be shown?
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Pies and chips… 🙂
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I read in National Review that Mongolia is having trouble selling its last Lenin statue. Instead, they may just leave it in front of a luxury hotel to let Lenin experience people enjoying life — without him.
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Life generally is more enjoyable without him. But his statues still serve a purpose – just to remind us of that fact.
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Or you could buy it and take pictures every few months with it 😉
You are doing OK kiddo.
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I suspect the shipping costs would be rather prohibitive…!
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You seem to have grown; now you’re taller than the pedestal.
Kim G
Boston, MA
Where we are cleaning up after Sandy.
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It’s all a matter of perspective 🙂
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And I hope Sandy didn’t cause you too much mayhem, amigo. Good luck.
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