Okay, marriage is about compromise. The John Lennon Wall was on my husband's must see list. In fact it was mentioned so often prior to the trip that I began to think that if I heard the words John Lennon Wall, or any combination thereof, one more time, I would scream so loud that I would burst a blood vessel in my head.
On a wall on a side street is a large, graffiti style portrait of John Lennon. The graffiti has spread to encompass the entire wall. Visits by some people are noted by names and dates scrawled out with markers over the wall and another wall across the street. A young man with a guitar sang Beatles songs, his guitar case open in front of him, hoping to receive some recompense for his addition to the atmosphere. Tourists, ourselves included, snapped pictures with their phones of the wall and themselves in front of it.
Winding our way back towards our hotel through streets that were, by now, becoming familiar, we decided to walk through a park. There was some sort of festival going on. Ahead I saw 4 young men, almost boys really, on bikes and a 5th with a razor, standing on a platform next to a large U ramp. We hustled over and were treated to a 25 minute show of the bikers and razor rider doing stunts. Music blared as the young men flew off the far side of the ramp, turned their bikes around in mid air and landed, riding to the other side of the ramp to perform a similar reckless move. One, 20 feet off the ground, let go of his handlebars, holding his arms outstretched, grasping them again and flipping his bike around landing on the ramp with perfect precision. We screamed approval watching them perform acts that would only be attempted by the young and foolhardy. We appreciated their skill and camaraderie as they fist bumped and congratulated one another after a particularly good ride.
After the bike show we had lucked into we continued our walk back to the hotel. We stopped in a small convenience store to replenish our supplies of water. The store, along with bottled drinks and snacks, also vended a wide array of marijuana products, i.e. pot infused brownies and gummy bears, as well as the devil's weed itself. We purchased our water, yes, just water, however, my husband did, with the proprietors permission, take a photo of the stores wares, the marijuana buds displayed, by category, in glass containers lined up in a row on the counter by the register. The name of the small store was "Happy Mart".
Happy Mart is a good name indeed
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