Pagoda

Published on by rphbaker

The surfing occurs on the outer edge of an English park that contains a pagoda. Weirdest sentence ever but it’s accurate. Greg is obsessed with the pagoda and is convinced Louisville needs one.

We walked along the paths making our way to the mother land. Or pagoda.

Dogs playing
No one wants to walk up the hill bad enough to see this.
Behold. The pagoda.

It’s been over an hour since our last meal so feels right to eat again. This time we got random things and split them. Or rather Greg and I got random things and Linda and Carry nibbled with us.

Not my grandma’s spaetzels.
Fanciest onion rings ever
Apple fritter with vanilla sauce
One more for good measure.

Before trying to eke out one more hour of walking we stopped at the restroom.

Cigs anyone?

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