Sitting in my room at the Chez Clo, situated along a lively street
filled with people and storefronts, I can hear children playing, a car
honking, the sound of an announcement or maybe a television playing
loudly in the distance, an occasional cow mooing, a dog barking, faint
music, the guest house manager speaking to a new guest out in the
hallway, and what sounds like someone playing a flute or a recorder
somewhere.
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