Sweet and sour.
The day was hot, the night less surprisingly, cool.
As for the events, people and work completed, things were unusual.
The bicycle-like pace of the tasks completed had continued and yet the number of people welcomed was more like a rocket.
Signals and interpretations were received and made.
Everything was noted in a small leather notebook, each subject entered in its own color.
A likeable way of proceeding we thought. So did everyone.
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