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Post by tiltedflipcurves on Feb 14, 2018 19:33:21 GMT 2
I'm reading Don DeLillo's "Underworld" and came across this intriguing phrase. (In the novel, it's on a window sign in a demimonde district of 1970s San Francisco, and that's all, so far as I've read.) So, anyone have ideas on what such a cruise might involve? Or would our fetishists be better advised to lick Puglia?
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Post by Baz Faz on Feb 15, 2018 3:52:56 GMT 2
It's a typo. It's really a Food Fetish Cruise around Spain. You know, tapas in Barcelona, paella in Valencia, diarrhoea in Majorca...
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Post by Voy on Feb 15, 2018 15:46:20 GMT 2
it could be foot.....going around getting stomped on by flamenco dancers clicking castanets all the while ?
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Post by slowcoach on Feb 15, 2018 15:50:16 GMT 2
Would that be cruising ports, or cruising between ports?
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