Our friends, Susan and John, took us to a tiny Vietnamese restaurant, tucked away behind a busy street. John described it as like being in the guy's house. Also, the owner is an artist. There are almost life-sized painted wood cut-outs of women leaning against the walls. His studio was in a corner behind where we were sitting. None of us had ever seen such an unusual clock! The whole thing was a pendulum. You helped yourself to chop sticks from the container on the table. It was like we were not in Richmond.
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