on the way...

Have to be careful to arrive at the James Joyce just as the match is to start. Too early means either having to sip my Smithwicks or go broke with that extra (U.S.) pint.

Needless to say being Baltimore I could always stop and marvel at the surreal on the way. At the Roger’s Park Metro Station the cash box only accepted tickets. One had to go beyond the barrier into the station then buy the ticket. The guard seemed unconcerned.

Walked slowly through Little Italy – the location of the Reginald Lewis Museum of African American History – in mind to make snaps of the area and pace myself for the arrival. A group of Asians stop me and ask where the Chinese restaurant is.

Didn’t know what to expect. For Germany x Argentina the place was packed, and Italy x Ukraine – guess that happy hour had something to do with that.

Brasil X France – sniff – was empty – missed the Wicker Park Tavern.

To-day it was busy. A couple sitting in front of a television at the bar doing crosswords and checking movie listings.