Unconnected and connected.
Sunday morning I woke up to Marching Band music. My first thought was deja vu.
I threw open the window and saw something interesting.
A personal experience
Unconnected and connected.
Sunday morning I woke up to Marching Band music. My first thought was deja vu.
I threw open the window and saw something interesting.
…and other unrelated phenomena.
While walking the streets it seems I am never very far from a Conad Store (Grocery.). They simply find some ground floor space and start cutting holes in the walls and connect several rooms together. Put a sign up outside that says Conad and you are in business.