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| This vendor wanted to know if I was Iranian. This obviously made me shy. We then began to head towards a pastry shop. |
The pastry shop was Moroccan and the young guy working behind the counter believed that I must be Moroccan. He asked my friend if I was and had difficulty accepting that I was American. He then asked if I was married. Maybe I should go to pastry shops in Brussels more often!
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| Spanish market |
