On the way to the get a milkshake and gelato with the roombuds, (yes, that is our new term) Caryn stops dead and stares at the benches that line the park very close to our hostel. She has a look of confusion mingled with disgust as she points to the bench and says..."That man has no pants on...???"
yes.
There was an old man, with a suit jacket, dress shoes, socks and fedora hat on, changing his pants in the middle of the sidewalk, on a park bench. It was indeed the most random thing I have seen yet here Id say. I have no idea why he decided to plop down on the bench and put on a pair of dress pants, but there he was, skinny chicken legs and all.
I had to share.
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