We went to the grocery store to stock up on miscellaneous items for the trek up Roraima (and things we forgot to bring). It was a supermarket in an eight-story mall in the nicer part of Caracas. [I wanted to go to the open-air fresh market to see how the locals really shop, but I imagine they would have been out of Colgate.] Immediately opposite the main entrance there is a baby grand piano. It was a nice serenade for our shopping experience. Except for the piano and the immense selection of fresh vegetables and fruit, the market could have been in Austin.

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