9pm and slowing down. Resisting an urge to fall back into usual evening habits, at least for some of them. There's a kind of party between here and the river banks, invisible but noisy and there's an overwhelming load of summer in this. Watching candles flicker in the wind, on balconies across the road, and some youngsters spending the hours on that terrace, in front of laptop displays. The different means of joining any conversation.