When we ventured into the city with Marilyn:

The riot police were out;  we see them often here, because this is where manifestations are made when the people want their voices to be heard.

I took a picture of a guy playing a trumpet. I tried to sneak it in, without him noticing:  a picture without a tip.  he noticed, and then glared at me.  then I felt guilty - because I didn't follow the rule for cordial musician/photographer interaction. I should have known better.

We walked down some streets downtown that I have never walked down before.  That always makes me feel accomplished.

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