11am. Round-trip. A raging river below concrete bridges. Little traffic, even fewer people on the sidewalks. Dogs roaming the grey meadows. It's Sunday and there seems something indecisive and uncommon in these hours.
11am. Round-trip. A raging river below concrete bridges. Little traffic, even fewer people on the sidewalks. Dogs roaming the grey meadows. It's Sunday and there seems something indecisive and uncommon in these hours.