-The "flesher"or butcher that looks like it could be straight out of the 1950's but is still in operation. I wonder if Mr. McWhinney ever looks at the building as he opens up in the morning and sees how lovely it is with its sea blue mosaic and hand-painted, peeling sign. I bet he does.
-After dance, Denise and I decided to get a pizza at a place near where we both live ("They're real Italians!") and we sat in her house devouring an impressive amount of pizza and chatting.
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