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The poor Professor is smitten with a cold, so I padded around the city on my own today. While I missed him, I also have to confess that I selfishly like the footloose and fancy free nature of solitary travel. I can sit in the steps in the rain and eat my sandwiches, follow a tiny solitary nun carrying a huge solitary sunflower (why?) along a street trying to photograph her (I missed), wade through puddles in my sandals, chat up the boatmen and be really mean , refusing to pay for anything other than a coffee.