SpaceBass: Europe 2004
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We continued on toward the lighthouse but were saddened to find that access to the final span that led to it was forbidden to anyone who could read the sign saying so, which apparently didn't apply to many of the people around, who had gone all the way down to the end in blatant disregard of whatever authority had placed the sign there.

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There was a pretty nice view back along the wall towards the godforsaken hill and the huge memorial gouged into its side. There were also a lot of guys who had climbed down onto the rocks to fish and/or sun themselves. Unfortunately, there were no hot babes sunning themselves as well, so we decided to turn back without further delay.

Of course, we couldn't just head back without making sure that bastard Jay-Z wasn't up to something dire. I utilized my camera's zoom to inspect his yacht for suspicious details but, knowing nothing about boats, turned up empty. It spooked us just being that close, though, so after taking one last photo we made sure to hightail it out of there, shouting our own obscenities over our own shoulders.

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It was getting on in the afternoon, so we used our finely honed navigational skills to locate a post office in a small matter of hours so that we could mail postcards to the undeserving folks at home. Then it was time to find some dinner.

Just inland from the Promenade along the waterfront is a square called Cours Saleya. During the day, it's filled with an open-air flower market, countless flowers covering the stands set up in the middle of a courtyard that stretches for five or six blocks. But at night, the flowers are replaced by extra seating, covered by tents and huge umbrellas, for all of the restaurants that line the sides of the Cours.

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We chose a nice little restaurant at which we discovered the wonders of a lovely french beer called Kronenbourg. And by "discovered," I mean "drank heavily of." For some reason, the Kronenbourg came in steins labeled "Warsteiner," which is another beer altogether. This confusion was likely due to the fact that I've just gotten drunk and mixed up the pictures.

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