A pizzeria - 05.03.06

Before our long walk, we stop for pizza, which is sold (cheaply) by weight here. It's like having your father cut you a piece of pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving; the vendor moves the knife and you make approving gestures when he is finally poised to cut just the right-sized piece. I also drink a bottle of Coke, my first in over two days. My lips curl in an addict's smile.