Kitten at No.33.

Some months ago, Amy, Pete and I found a lost kitten trapped in a drain. Despite her real name being Missy, we ironically named her Houdini, after her poor escaping abilities. Manny wasn't as happy with her presence as we were, and made a point of letting us know. One night with Houdini in the house was all the excitement that we could bear, and we promptly returned her to her grateful keepers across the street.

Canal.

I took some pictures in the canal one day (with some CRAZY setting on the camera that I wasn't completely aware of). Almost none turned out, but I have four here that did to some extent.

That silhouette is Amy. Just after the photo, we heard some voices:
Amy: Oh no, people are coming.
Louis: They're probably just some 12 year olds on their razor scooters.
Amy: I'm scared, Louis! Let's go.

And so we left the peaceful canals, followed by the 12 year olds on their razor scooters.