Don't forget to look up occasionally

I was walking around Málaga the other day with my friend Claire, who has the distinction of being the only other user of the one English bookshelf at the public library. If a book I want isn't there, I know it's on Claire's nightstand, and sometimes we've found things each other have left in the books, like bookmarks and papers and such. We should pass notes in secret code, I think.

Anyway, we were just wandering around shooting the breeze when we came to a little side street. Claire brightened up. "This is one of my favorite streets in Málaga," she confided. "Sometimes I come out of my way just to walk down this street because it makes me happy."

I looked around.

"What's special about this street?" I wondered. Cute, but at first glance not any different from the maze of cute streets in all directions.

Claire rolled her eyes. "Look up."

And then the street charmed me like a tween girl at a Robert Pattinson meet-and-greet.

Across one of the rails connecting both sides of the narrow street, someone had made little statues of acrobatic little people. There's a tightrope walker, a somersaulter, a backbend girl, and then another little guy who just looks a bit confused. 

I learned two things: 1.) Side streets are better with a dose of whimsy, and 2.) Look up.

Also, for bonus points, the same artist (or so it seems) put a little bench on the street for people to sit and ponder his skyward creation.