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  • The day was hot and Monday, eight hundred kilometres from home.

    The chairs were empty, awaiting company.

    The sidewalk parade of late summer was ongoing, going up and down the hills from Basse-Ville to Haute-Ville in the citadel city of the ramparts.

    It was 16:40 hours: those shadows.

    That metal.

    That 3-D real-life brilliance.

    Rue St. Jean.
    That walking, that pause in the August afternoon.

    (Photo by Susan, August 15, 2016, Quebec City)
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