When we ventured into the city with Marilyn:
PART I
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.

PART I
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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