After, Pilsen, went to Belmont station and wandered. The station itself has nifty future-retro mosaics. By not choosing to stop at the very first patio, we ended up at the Belmont Music Festival, though where we were sitting, we could only hear karaoke. It was more like a fair, with extra beer and a small rock concert at one end. I dragged my patient friend into one store, but I had done enough shopping in New Zealand.
After, Pilsen, 
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