Nederland, CO, coffeehouse

More precisely, the handrailing thereof.  Upon
my whim, Marty obligingly drove us up to Nederland
from Boulder.  I had visited my old pal Lanka
here 30 (+or-) years ago.  We also saw a few 
young hippies who later in the day we spied
again in Boulder, playing with the buskers on the mall.

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