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I think I may have imitated him, in fact I did. Gone and got and sat there eating smoked herring and French bread. Not sure about the wine since I didn't drink, but I ate bread and fish for sure on a bridge and threw bread to the watery surface below. This was a first I think. I had seen old characters of course in the cities, of which I was interested, but I had never imitated one in actuality. It is something I would do again, especially in Jerusalem or Tel Aviv in the winter.

I love smoked herring and you can get it at any big grocery store east of the Mississippi, but not west where I am. What a shame. The streets of Amsterdam were something else. I was a studier of streets, DC, Athens, Rome, Paris, doing a lot of walking in the city aisles. These Amsterdamians were something else. They were double entendre, side by side, street and canal, red checkered brick and smooth flowing caramel colored flow. Course it all was tree-lined with beautiful overhanging, never could remember tree names, think blotchy leaves, but definitely canopy, like the inside of a long and not so tall hallway. One wall of brown shingle house-front off the narrow side-walk, interspersed street lights, an opening in the canopy over the canal, then street on the other side, so distant that it was only an idea, leaving one with near complete privacy if no traffic of the moment.

There was no connection between the street you were on and the one on the other side of the canal. This was one sided. S'pose it was a feeling here like no other. The canals with the water byways was dream-scape, smooth and fluid flowing, dark, mysterious, slow-flowing against the hard-lined brick and stone reticulation, that was the human habitation.

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