One of my favorite neighborhood gardens. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to really live here. To really live anywhere, I suppose. I mean, we *do* live here, but it's a 3-4 year temporary situation, even if on the longer side for a post. The Foreign Service thing is so weird. I always feel displaced, no matter where we are. C'est la vie.

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