There is a ritual that the 2 Warrens had to carry on. A ride in the bicycle rickshaws! The best way to do this is to find the oldest coot you can find and get both of you into his rickshaw and watch him die trying to get up the hills with our combined bulbous weight holding him back. It turned out to be exactly as much fun as they said it was. We paid him well though!
So we despaired and went for a bicycle rickshaw with this man
... who had decorated his bicycle as such
... and drove us to this part of town, the Portuguese Quarter (so to speak)
... that had this church
... and this nice building
