To my eye the pots, if you could call them that, look vermillion, but in this case I guess we could call them Mandarin orange.
So much more convenient after a jazz concert to walk around the corner for a pleasant night’s stay than to bother with a subway or taxi. And hitchhiking gives one pause to get up courage. No time for that.
The Crotons really make the arrangements.
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