We were just strolling up one of Málaga’s neighbourhood shopping streets, when we saw this:
What’s up here?
Murder most foul?
Someone up to no good?
The aftermath of an uprising?
How upsetting.
Luckily we soon realised.
These up-ended legs belonged to a plaster mannequin.
The shop where they’d come from was having a makeover.
It was going up-market.
Selling to those Uptown Girls.
