Isabelle and I went up to the cross again today. It was easier this time, probably either because I'm becoming accustomed to the altitude here or because I know the route and can pace myself better.
On the way there, I saw a mother selling papers on the parkway of the corner and she had her young son and daughter with her. Her son was using a stick to make a channel between the water on the parkway and the street via a crack in the curb. It reminded me of stories about Robert when he was young, and made me feel that boys are boys all over the world.
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