There are cars, sneaking through the pedestrian
zone, short-cutting a few minutes off the morning's
way to work. They weave in and out of the
red and white fencing that the workmen have
left standing around the holes that they have made
in the road. They are regardless of safety rules,
driving quickly, sure that there are no pedestrian
about at this hour.
There is dolores, progressing slowly towards
the bus stop, circumventing the workmen's
fencing, letting the cars pass by..She sits
down in the bus shelter, as she does every
day, saying her good morning to the new
arrival. Another car speeds out of the
pedestrian zone, the man on board playing
loud music. The music is louder than the
car engine. But it serves as a warning of
his coming.
The bus driver's displeasure at having
to change a ten Euro note is quite
obvious.. He is a bald-headed
man with a moustache, which makes
him look like a walrus.
Sit down at the rear end at the
bus, and then look out of the window
at all the passing traffic,
and the buildings.
There is a fashion now of illuminating
things with blue lights, blindingly-
blue coloured diode lights. The
entrances to a block of flats have
been decorated in this way.
It is not really an improvement.
There is no smoker in front (f. the
railway station building today.
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