We sat inside, it was raining.

Later the sun broke out, like a teenager on their first stage performance.

Cigars were on sale, but nobody bought any – they all had their own brand with them, except for those who did not smoke. It clearly was not a good profession to be in, cigar sales.

Two better-crested eagles landed on long stretched branches above the crowd.

Bands of color streaks stretched across the sky.

Now, this seems good, just a little puzzling as to why all this was noted down in ancient manuscripts when what was going on had been digitized.

We can get on with the rest of the day now.