Editor and Chief Reporter Red Hurring is going for bronze while souveniring Europe's treasures.
"... a bunch of men stopped dead in their tracks when they saw us two in the darkened phone booth, probably looking somewhat panic stricken, sleep deprived and totally wired with adventure. The tallest of them looked me up and down and growled."
"I've still got souvenirs to buy. Sadly, I can't remember what size trousers Art wears."
A bunch of men or two sizes of trou? The Kafka Memorial, Prague. photocredit CreativeCommons
1 comment:
If you make it to Scotland, give us a tinkle.
Dirk and Birgit
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