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The restaurant in the hotel was small, with wooden tables and chairs. The windows was large. Through it the visitors could see the sea and the mountains in the distance. Also the palms and the other plans, that grows beside the hotel. In the city was an market, beside the many stores. Some ships and boots driving on the water of the sea. The sky was grey, but the sun was shining. After the breakfast, Chris and the street musicans starts to play in the corner of the restaurant. Chris sings. His eyes wanders through the room, spots some guests, who listens to him, smiles softly, clapping their hands together. He loves that. After one hour the show comes to an end. Chris collects the money, the people gave them, and shares it with the street musicans. Together they leave the restaurant and the hotel, stands outside. Side to side they walk through the street. Chris wears his guitar over his shoulder, put his light blue sweater in place,also his blue jeans. His hand ties his ponytrail new and puts the silver and round earrings in place. Soon they reach the City. They walks through stores and the market. So many things to see, to taste, to smell. Chris was so happy to be here. The street musicans looks around. After some time they enters one small building. In there they find music intruments, music note papers and diffrent things. It was like a dream come true for them.