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On my way, I passed a man with a camera, saying "It's a surprise, do you want to know what the surprise is?" but I cycled on. We needed sugar for the lemon-marinated strawberries. I cycled through town, past the town drunk, past some exceptionally good buskers (ah, summer is coming...), decided to cycle along the river, dodged the evil fisher men. Bought sugar. When I came back, the man with the camera was gone. Now I will never know what the surprise was all about...