6pm and still on, slowly. This Sunday has seen all the rain, all the wind, a little sun and virtually everything else April is all about. Now, the city's quietly drifting into evening again. First moments at the bar, laughter and chatter both in the backyard and on the sidewalk. Neighbours returning home, heavily packed, heavy steps, somewhat tired faces. And a bottle of wine being opened, on the balcony right across the street, despite the cold. Still some hours to waste, before the week starts over.