Everyone and everything spills out into the street at night. Chairs, tables, glasses, bottles, cigarettes, scooters, bikes, everything. Some side walks are blocked and you have to walk out into the street among the moving cars and scooters to get past. The building walls are pealing, chipped, and cracked. The tram tracks cut through the cobblestone streets and the above wires weaving through the mix overhead. Sepia light, humid haze, mustard and terra-cotta walls, dirty stone. Streets reflecting auto lights. Music from the bars drifting out into the open and mingling with the beautiful language. A feramonal steam is rises off a rich stew of humanity.
June 15, 2017