About the negotiating with taxis over the price. Today I was walking home from the Bibliotheque Nationale when I happened to turn around and see a taxi. I hailed it, the guy pulled over, I said where I was going, and he gave me the little head nod-thing. I got in and he repeated my destination to confirm it. I said yes, that's the place. He said "two-hundred fifty" for a ride that wouldn't cost over 100. I said, "oh, yeah, right...that's not possible." So he pulled over and told me to get out, and I did. I've never been kicked out of a taxi before, I thought I should share.
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Did you see that one of the photos on ekosystem.org is from "Aberdeen"? Do you think it's in your Aberdeen?
I'm pretty sure its the Scottish Aberdeen - think haggis instead of rib-eye - but you never know, there are a lot of ambitious kids out on the prairie...
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