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.
Bob Rambling 