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miss takes a well-deserved break from walking to enjoy a pastis at a café. we've been here two days in a row at about 3:30. it's been the same waiter each time. we wonder if we're going to become regulars. just in case, i make a note to remember the price of two pastis: 3.80€. it's an anise liquor from Marseille, heavily watered down. very refreshing.

it's a nice square. there is a big old church (ho hum), an artist supply store (maybe i should try sketching again), Pizza Rapido (yet to try), and two doors down is The Koala Bar. we can't go in there because missy used the restroom without buying anything once and got yelled at. it's ok, the place is bright pink with curvy plastic things everywhere and constant europop. if portland's Tube bar is the man, the Koala is the woman. they would have a torrid disaffected relationship.

also is a homeless guy on crutches. he was here yesterday too. he has a game: he stumbles around, overtly disabled, until a pretty girl walks by. then he drops his crutches in her path. one time in ten, she helps him. actually, those aren't bad odds. for a moment i'm jealous.

(i apologize if any java hacker gets the joke caption. some things, no matter how hard we try, are stuck in our brains.)