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Actually, it only took
about fifteen or twenty minutes to get to the
top of Stair Mountain, although it seemed like a
lifetime, what with all the useless pictures we
stopped and took. Once we'd reached the top, we
were greeted with a nice little park where all
the lazy tourists arrive by these electric tour
trains. You see these damn trains all the time
on the Promenade along the beach, packed with
people too slothful to walk anywhere. Usually
there's an attractive person in the back row
looking really bored and unhappy, too.
But enough about
me.
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Our path to the refreshments
was decorated with mosaic artworks, including many
sea-oriented items such as octopi and squidges, as
well as more abstract items, such as this...flower?
I've never seen a flower like that before, actually,
and to be quite honest, it looked a little obscene.
Clearly, a photo was required!
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Now, you might be wondering
to yourself (or possibly pounding out a questioning
email to me, one finger at a time), why would they
go get Cokes when they obviously had not obtained
beer in far too long, an hour at least? Well, for
reasons which became clear later, yet no less
disagreeable all the same, the refreshment stand
did not dispense firewater of any sort. You
couldn't even get them to pretend to give
you alcohol, while actually giving you some fine
French bottled tap water or something.
However, the refreshment
stand did offer entertainment.
Entertainment in the form of watching the pigeons,
imbued with the lust for life that the wonderful
Spring season brings, attempt to mate. Hmmm, maybe
that wasn't really lust for life, per se,
after all.
Still, it was quite the
amusing thing to see. The little boy pigeon would
puff up the feathers around his neck and head and
then strut in front of the little girl pigeon,
vigorously bobbing his head up and down. The little
girl pigeon would look bored and turn away and the
little boy pigeon would run around in front of her
again, as if to say, "Hey, I don't think you saw me
over here but check this shit out!" and bob and
strut some more. After about five or ten minutes of
this, something magical would click over in the
little girl pigeon's little pigeon brain and she
would, in the blink of an eye, jump up and fly
away without so much as a backward glance, as far
away from the little boy pigeon as she could get,
leaving him dazed, confused, and just a little bit
frightened. It was exactly like real life.
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