there were filthy hippies in the park. all drums and weed and dishevelled. they looked like someone's idea of a hippie.

the homes along the marina were ostentatious. huge windows left uncurtained so passersby could view the lavish furniture, the high high ceilings.

i ate two crepes. one savory, one sweet. the gooey cheese and mushroom was best. we scraped the thick sauce up with our forks. our cigarettes were tipped with gold.