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| almost all of the following pictures taken by this guy, the no-longer-incognito Jake Leishman. |
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| the aftermath of a wonderful breakfast courtesy of Vera, the first morning |
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| lenses and coffee - the finer things in life |
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| photos, food, and singing: that was the weekend. here Vera writes lyrics |
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| other people were making music, too, in the Old Port - we stumbled upon an 18th century festival! |
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| two of my favourites, eating bagels on the balcony. |
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| they made me eat ribs. it was deeply intimidating - but ultimately pretty tasty. |
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| bagelfaces and love. I miss my sweet Vera bee. |
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