...when i arrived at this table a robin arrived too, hopping on the table... it passed within 20 cm of my hands... and then close to my feet... and a kestrel flew irregularly southwards between the trees and the buildings...
...there are not many eating outside today... on my way into the cafe i passed a woman who looked as if she is dying, so pale and so frail did she look...
...on the way back i bought three bags of food at a supermarket... about two dozen items from about one dozen countries, i guess...
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