hail to the chef.

No okonomiyaki, wtf. Above: cute violinist with her setlist all planned out. Below, I took the same picture of the Jordaan I take every year; we split a Basque bocadillo with chistorra from La Oliva, so yummy that Mara went back for another one later; we did not go to the "Alles Gefrituurd" ("Everything Fried") stand; nor did we pay €1.50 to play drum solos of indeterminate length. Mara did have a bottle of prosecco in her backpack and probably because of this we bought a Swedish Chef hand puppet for €0.50.

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