Right now I’m sitting close to the water watching the people go by. There are some boats floating nearby and on the wharf there are a bunch of food vendors. One of the stands reminds me of the wishing booth that made Tom Hanks big in that movie, Big.
About fifty yards to my right there’s a bridge with dozens of people fishing over the side. I’ve been observing these guys (all men) for a few days now and have not been able to determine if they are fishing for fun or for food. For bait, some are using bread, others chum. I want to give it a try at some point. I’ll have to work up the courage to ask one of the dudes if I can try his pole.
Are we still doing phrasing? “Did we ever stop?” Let’s ask Shaggy…
This city would make Joanne both happy and sad. Happy that there are cats everywhere and sad that there are cats everywhere. But they seem to be well looked after. My local pub has a resident mascot naked Zeki who has napped next to me each of my past two visits. On my way over here I dropped in and the server offered me a tea (on the house) and their cat remembered me and rubbed up against my leg.
It’s nice to be loved.
I’m not a huge fan of purchasing non-toilet-related items when I travel but I think I will have to bring home one of these tea sets. Tiny glass cups with beautiful porcelain saucers.
The tourists you can spot a mile away – just look for arms. The locals are mostly covered up. From what I can tell it’s a combination of a culture of modesty and the fact that they seem to find 17 degree weather cold. In Ottawa last Friday it snowed on the way to the airpot, so I can’t really complain.
Die Hard Three 
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