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According to the first book of the Cabildo de Lima, the city on the fourth day of its foundation, had two mayors: Nicolás de Ribera and Juan Tello de Guzmán. At first the council worked in the House of Pizarro then going to the residence of the Judges Andrés de Cianca and Pedro Maldonado, then the local municipality, in the last weeks of October, 1535, settled on land owned by the supplier García de Salcedo, where it is currently the Archbishop's Palace of Lima but because more space was needed for the Cathedral of Lima is larger, was transferred in 1548 to the land that was owned by Hernando Pizarro, which was the huaca of the chapter that had a pen of llamas, and that is where the current municipal building.
The colonial town hall building was simple and the story of its construction has been bumpy. The master Diego de Torres was asked to lift the first building of the Cabildo de Lima and in 1549 began the work quickly, with two black slaves acquired especially to strengthen his work, because I had finished before the arrival of Antonio de Mendoza, fourth viceroy of Peru, which was scheduled for September 23, 1551. The council houses built by master Diego de Torres were made with brick mold and high wood to Spain.
Soon after, in 1555, Cristóbal Garzón and Diego de Amaro took charge of the new building. In the following years continued some minor fixes such as woodwork and blanket. José de la Riva Agüero then stated that the building had collapsed for having built wrong. The council members were present, from the old town hall colonial balconies, processions, bullfights and auto-da-fé. The council building was characterized, between 1596 - 1604 (period of government Viceroy Luis de Velasco y Castilla) for his open gallery on the second floor, on the portals of scribes. According news to Manuel de Odriozola the night of February 11, 1696 collapsed the Rímac River Bridge, causing a flood in the Plaza Mayor and the protocols they had them on the floor, not on shelves so scarce and expensive it was the wood rotted enforcement tools and foundations of chaplaincies and primogeniture, whose replacement was difficult and costly. But the greatest damage suffered by the colonial cabildo caused the 1746 Lima-Callao earthquake. The current building was completed in 1939 to a design by Architect Emilio Harth Terré, José Alvarez Calderón and Ricardo de Jaxa Malachowski.
Harold wasn't one of the brighter pirates to sail under Captain Flint. After many years of searching for the fabled treasure, he's about to discover that this isn't Treasure Island, and that wasn't Flint's Pointer.
For the June 2011 seed part contest on Forbiddencove.com
Riding the skyline track and wasn't supposed to come down this track. Taken from another dirt road I found that took me back to the ridgeline.
At least it was a pretty detour and I had a large elevation goal today - so this helped.
The Soul seems to climb well... Chartwell is pictured, taken from Substation link.
Bicycling in Portugal
"Castles and Wine" - Van Guided Tour May 2017
“Portugal Best Cycling” a.k.a. “Turaventur” - this week long trip involves (mostly) easy cycling from village to village with plenty of interesting stops, with a focus on food, wine, and, of course, castles. We stayed at a different place nearly every night and had an excellent guide - Jorge.
The village of Matupit was lucky - the wind direction favoured them when Tavurvur and Vulcan blew in 1994. Rabaul was essentially destroyed; Matupit was not.
Douglas "Wrong Way" Corrigan was the man of the hour after he successfully flew from Brooklyn to Ireland in 1938. Although he tried to go through proper channels to obtain permission for the flight, the powers that be deemed his plane unsafe on several occasions and denied his requests. Unwilling to give up on his dream, Corrigan flew out of Brooklyn with a flight plan saying he was heading back to California, but he went straight east toward Ireland instead. After a grueling journey and a safe landing, Corrigan claimed that he made a navigation error and didn't realize he was going the wrong way until he was too far out to return. And that's how he got his nickname, Wrong Way.
I know that there was a huge ticker tape parade for him in NYC and one in Chicago, so I'm assuming that these photos were taken in one of those cities. Does anyone recognize the buildings?
I recently bought a bunch of 35mm negatives at a flea market, expecting them to be your standard photographic fare -- people lined up in front of a house smiling at the camera, a blurry car or two, maybe (if you're lucky) an interesting snap of a street scene or interior. But, this lot was gloriously different.
Every vintage 30's photo is a gorgeous delight, and, after looking at the first couple of scanned images, it was quite obvious that the photographer knew what he/she was doing. There are some great portraits, people working in an office, some great shots of NYC, and, even better, a big group of shots of the New York World's Fair (the most spectacular of them all, in my opinion).
How come whenever everyone else takes close ups of cows they seem to have the full cooperation of the cow? I was after that cute wet-nosed, close-up of the inquisitive, friendly beastie maybe with it's the big tongue trying to give the lens a quick clean. Instead I got pushed onto my back and ungraciously herded out of it's way, this was the shot I got just as it dawned on me that this wasn't a smart idea.
Pick your cow with care.
Ted has been having a terrible day so far and it's about to get worse. This is part 1 of a little series I'm making were I use the same baseplate in parts 1 and 2. That's right I'm recycling.
It just sort of feels like everything I'm doing is the wrong thing and the wrong way and the wrong time. The pieces aren't fitting in the right places and I feel anxious. EVERYTHING JUST FEELS WRONG. I need to do this and that and go here and I have to pay this amount by this date with money I DON'T HAVE. Get off my back, I don't have anything for you. I have nothing to offer you but my tears, maybe a hug or a handshake. Press on. Fuck you for fucking me over. My tomato plants are dying. Parts of me are dying..We are all dying. I could kiss your cheeks and I could kick your heart in the ass, I could write something to make your eyes into pools, and I could show you photographs that might take your breath away but you wouldn't give me a goddamn dollar. You would get your fill and leave me to start over. Tell me, have you ever met a billing associate that could take your breath away?
You can't go wrong with the protein power of legumes, the richness of cocoa and the fibre of oatmeal! These baked bars are studded with almonds, bran cereal, Craisins and chocolate chips too, and are above and beyond your storebought Oatmeal-to-Go!
4500, the class ALP45, brings train 1879 to a stop at Rutherford on a nice Sunday evening. They're utilizing track 2 due to H70 sitting next to them on track 1, waiting to reverse back through Pascack Jct.