The Street

Every Wednesday, there is a huge street market down from my apartment. Not down the street, just down. Maybe a 1/2 mile of vendors selling every food (and other things) imaginable. All I have to do is get back up to the top with my purchases. 135 steps on the stairs leading from my apartment to the street below. Really? Why am I not 30 years old?

Off to find things. A wise old (dammit) sage has opined that when living in a country with a language not your own, your IQ drops 50%. Confirmed. Glad I started with 100.

Every Wednesday, there is a huge street market down from my apartment.  Not down the street, just down.  Maybe a 1/2 mile of vendors selling every food (and other things) imaginable.  All I have to do is get back up to the top with my purchases.  135 steps on the stairs leading from my apartment to the street below.  Really?  Why am I not 30 years old?

Off to find things.  A wise old (dammit) sage has opined that when living in a country with a language not your own, your IQ drops 50%.  Confirmed.  Glad I started with 100.
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