Well I seriously don't know where you could pay eight roubles anywhere in the world and have that sort of entertainment. I'm writing, of course, of simply coming home just now.
Perhaps at the beginning.
The day conspired to be classic from the very beginning.
Bad move.
The streets were deluged with rain, everything was black, glistening and a lake, I pulled the black leather cap down lower and set off wading through the water until I reached the café we always used to drive to and there was a young lady I knew from three years ago, now administering the place in jaunty uniform and she laughed fit to burst when I told her I was going home by the tramvai.
Plus she had her hair tied back that way and that's not fair, in my book.
By this time the other girls had all come up in their Egyptian outfits and were vehemently joining in the conversation until other customers wondered just what was going on up at the bar. One omelette and one apple pancake and green tea later and it was time to go home and write this.
Bad move.
A lovely picture of the atmosphere of an autumn day there and what an experience on the tram! Why are the girls in Egyptian outfits?
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