"Been even higher!" said Guy.
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Week 15, 2007 commencing on April 9th. Weekend. |
"Been even higher!" said Guy. |
 Sunday April 15th. Sunny. "Thirty degrees I reckon." |
 "Not easy to get a still picture." (Guy) |
 "I'm his mate, that's how he calls me." (Guy) |
 "No, no, no icecream." (Guy) |
 "He might have fallen off his bike." (Guy) |
 Almost. |
 "That's what I fancy, those stockings!" |
 Fidelio terrace. No concentratiom. |
 "A perfect place, in the shade." |
 "Looking for friends on a terrace." |
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Top down screaming downtown. |
 "Was here first." (Guy) |
 "So lovely for us to be out in the open!" (Guy) |
 "It's all about vibes." |
 Cornelis Schuytstraat. |
 "One for the way home." |
 "No, we're full." |
 "On the sunny side I can't get home." |
 "Driving in circles, that's true." (Guy) |
 "Yeah, I've grown unexpectedly." (Guy) |
 "It's just one tire." (Guy) |
 "It's too late to go to the beach." (Guy) |
 "It's a race against the heat." (Guy) |
 "My paper round is just the start." (Guy) |
 "We ought to enjoy the weather outside." |
 "No. the shoes are mine." |
 Loek, art dealer and Miep, porn dealer, the Brons couple, lived here. |
 Three generations of joggers. (Bart van Dijk) |
 The boss of the shul didn't want to be in the picture. |
