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Then on the next page it turned out, due to an
unfortunate mishap in which the photos got all
mixed up and out of order, we were back at the
front of the Gardens after all and there, a
few short steps before us, was the stand that
sold snacks and, much more importantly, drinks.
The sun came out a bit so Roger took a quick
pic of me in front of Prince Rainier's palace,
then we headed over for some beverages.
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We made ourselves comfortable at a table with our
beer and spoke quietly about the tinge of surreality
that still surrounded us. I framed a shot that
included me (the foot), Roger (the elbow), our beers
(the sweet, sweet elixir of life), and three shadowy
figures (clearly representing fear, apathy, and
vengeance, but not necessarily in that order). The
air was heavy with symbolism, the again overcast sky
a glaring omen that would not be lost upon us.
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After we'd finished off a couple of rounds, we thought
we might head down to the entrance to the caves, as
purchase of admission to the Gardens also scored you
a tour of the caverns underneath it.
On the way, we realized "Hey, we don't have nearly
enough pictures of ourselves looking like complete
dorks! What's up with that?" So we paused briefly to
quickly remedy that oversight, with stunning results.
While posing for this picture, I could have sworn I
heard some Simon & Garfunkel song playing in the
background.
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