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Carousel at sunset. I went out to dinner last night with the other Americans from Carolina. Pizza and spaghetti sitdown joint. Because we were a group of five we were placed in the backroom next to the refridgerator. I made a joke about us all being too ugly to be allowed to sit up front. I got weird looks as a response to the joke. I got a vegetarian pizza with mushrooms, green peppers, and eggplant. And a shot glass half filled with pastis and one quickly melting round ice cube. It had a beautiful soft green color to it. I have heard it called an old man drink, but like usual I like the flavor of licorice (or anise seed in this case).

Sitting at a café I watch the carousel workers remove the metal grating and tarp that was put on for the night. Children and parents gather to get on and watch, some bring chairs. The song Nantes by Beirut chimes its opening note through the old cracking speakers and the carousel begins to turn. The first rides of the day begin. Parfait.