I was hot, tired, dehydrated and foot sore when I rounded the corner of the little lane I had wandered into, when what should I come upon - - ? I don't know. Pig's feet. Rows and rows of pig's feet. Some were apparently barbecued to an unhealthy black. The rest merely posed in the hot sun. Bloated. I moved right along.
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