On a stroll around Quito I came across some graffiti. Being a fan of a misunderstood laissez-faire capitalism, the "one way" march to "private property" -- oil, bananas, people, trees on the conveyor belt -- under "decree" of the American Eagle had me smiling (below). So typical. But the musical skeletons (above) are priceless -- the bar code on the drum-kit had me in stitches. Quito, Ecuador