It was an old concrete water tank, its surface marked by cracks and old repairs. From a distance, one of those cracks looked strangely like a horse.
So I followed the line and painted Don Quixote into it.
Below him, in the direction he is facing, there’s a stream. Whenever I get close to that part of the bush, birds start calling and occasionally fly up from among the trees.
I imagine Don Quixote would be curious about the place too.
Hopefully the adventure goes well.
Welcome to the Jungle.
