An evening of tranquillity, after a day of , well, hostility, with a scorching sun melting hearts and minds.
The wind seldom deserted its post, blowing almost constantly this way and that as if searching for a destination as yet undecided., playing assist to the burgeoning weed population of daises and dandelions.
Visiting tourism, easily identified by peeling skin and jingoism, stumbled across the cobbled streets searching for that bulls eye of authenticity, but missed, settling for second best in the giant screen world of karaoke autocue...
A masquerade of happiness.
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