The proprietor led Wander back down the promontory. On the beach once more, they shook hands.
“I must return.” Rashid sighed. “I can’t put off the bathroom any longer.”
“Best of luck,” said Wander.
“You as well,” said the proprietor. “Whenever you leave here, wherever your journeys take you next, if ever you do find out where the place in that painting is, please write and tell me. I must know.”
“I will.” Wander smiled. “Though hopefully I’ll have better balance next time.”
“What will you do now?”
Wander pulled out the map. “A wise old gentleman gave me a map,” said Wander. “Who am I not to follow it?”
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