we were looking for some chilled champagne (alright, Bohemian Sekt) Sunday evening in Karlovy Vary, around the time they start rolling up the sidewalks . . . we had no luck with that . . . so we tried to buy some things that would get us enough change to buy some splits from the vending machine in the lobby . . . then we looked for the bus stop we would need to find the next day without luck . . . then as we trudged back up the hill towards the Thermal Hotel, there was the American Pukka . . . the Kokopelli . . . demonstrating once again the universal ubiquity of this archetype, in Jungian Terms, if you know what I mean . . . there's a Kokopelli shoppe in the Red Light District in Amsterdam . . . I coulda sworn I had a picture of it . . . but can't find it . . .
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