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we finally scored . walked up to alternative looking strangers on the street and ask where we could buy hash. they had some. bused back home to no lighter – it broke during our pagan nightfire out back. go to tobacco shop up hill down alley. woman behind counter silently watches me systematically search her tobacco section until i see her lighters and exclaim “AHA ! ! !,” pointing. she says a french number word. i shrug my eyebrows, non-understanding. she holds up 3 fingers. i give her 3 euros. we smile at each other.

then no pipe – you don’t want to carry paraphenalia across borders – so we did it the old beatnik way – push a sewing needle through shakespeare’s As You Like It. put a chunk on the end of the needle. light it. put a water glass upside down over it. pass book and glass back and forth sipping shakespeare soaked smoke.

also have The Tempest, but figure As You Like It has more metaphoric play.

to go with the smoke, kathy creates a plate of sliced soft yellow pear, gold red plum, fruite du haut doubs & le gruyere cheese, village sourdough bread, and hot cups of sweet orange tea. nice way to break our 5 month herbal fast.

we noticed our smokey strangers our first time in town. the 1st time we were curious. the second siting we were pretty sure of the situation. third time we were too chicken to ask. fourth time we had no time. yesterday we forced ourselves to overcome our shyness. it took both of our egging each the other on.

in london we asked – and read our poetry to strangers. in krakow we asked – and joined the rock underground scene. here we asked – and found hash. we are learning how to walk among strangers without trepidation.

best to practice getting stoned here before we hit our 3 days in barcelona and madrid spain where it’s legal but has a lot of people – and morocco, where it could be dangerous to be thick-headed.

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