The rising bridges seemed like camel humps in a line across multiple rivers.

Which one to cross, and what we might find was the pleasing puzzle.

At cafes women in stylish clothes, even summer beach shorts had a style reminiscent of grand ages of explorers and long summer trips, and gentlemen in white suits – sat looking amused and fascinated by each other. 

The posters stuck on faded pastel crumbling walls announced an opera or concert performance. Some more fluorescent ones listed raves, rap and late-blooming aging rock and rollers who would fill the stage with bloated personality and swagger, and the concer halls with masonry-loosening vibrations. 

Summer in a city.