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Chapter 2
Next morning, beset by hangovers, we began the day quietly, having room service coffee and rolls while watching a Joan Crawford movie. We’d agreed on arrival that TV was allowed because it wasn’t a personal device. By noon, we were ready to explore the town. Before venturing out, we sought advice from the concierge. “We’re actually at the edge of downtown,” he said, unfolding a little map, “so you want to walk west, to the left. You’ll find shops, restaurants, little cafes, and parklets tucked here and there. The street, Canyon Boulevard, goes a mile. Beyond town is our reservoir, which has a great walking trail three miles long. It runs the reservoir’s entire perimeter and there are lots of picnic areas. I recommend Sunny’s Café for lunch. Great food and a nice patio area. Also, the Arr
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