In the two blocks from the store to home, I must pass at least eight sidewalk restaurant/pubs. That's not counting the take-aways, the sexy-dancer club and other places I can't figure out yet. I mean places where people are sitting for a long time with one foot up on their chair and lemon and lime slices rest with the ice in the bottom of their glasses. There's work to do at home, but it's so hard to keep walking, especially as it seems much more common here to sit by oneself with a beer and a journal/sketchbook.
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