Posted by: Chris | February 17, 2012

Old Town Alexandria, Distilled

When I came back from the city tonight, a violin recording of Bach was echoing across the whole block.  Outside my apartment, a youngish German man, dressed in khakis and a bright blue sweater, was shuffingly drunkenly to the music, pausing to take a drag on his cigarette and babble at his tiny dog, named Caviar.  A pretty rough neighborhood, this is.

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