I Am No Papaprazzi

I am on my way to a morning coffee with Slavko to discuss the supplies
that I need to buy to tile my floor when I round the corner to the Riva
and see Beyonce and Jay-Z walking down the plank from Eric Clapton's
yacht to do the same. Have coffee on the Riva, that is, I don't think
they know Slavko. I finished my coffee, snapped a quick pict, rented a
scooter, rode into Nerezisca, ordered my supplies, did some
sight-seeing, got a lot of sun, and by the time I returned the yacht was
gone.

Such are the times of the 'poor and unknown,' as Ruth used to say.