the bar slowly transitioned into a karaoke bar and some older metal heads came in to sing a lot. We stepped outside and introduced ourselves. They were fun(ny) to speak with and talk to about the city but we were obviously from two different textile factories. ;)
Anyway we proceeded to hang with them and Phil got the attention of this little bald man in the bathroom because he wanted Phil's thick hair. He looked like the singer "moby" and sang us bob dylan, townes and ozarks songs. He really knew his stuff. he insisted we take him email and I gave him my word I would write him. I did and still haven't heard back. awwhh too bad.
the last day we went to the necropolis, Europe's largest cemetery. it was beautiful and abundant and scary in some parts. a lot of trespassing had taken place in the past so there were bars on concrete monuments and bottles of beer laying around. Not what you think you'll see when looking at tombstones from centuries ago but it worked.
Phil kept saying "i guess there are assholes everywhere" and i guess there are!
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