Involved in household routines and pleasures, I didnâ€™t get out of the house until the â€œright timeâ€, late, just like everyone else. Walking to find a cab, I slowed to look at some of the best graffiti in the city. It made me smile as I made a mental note of the warm weather. The graffiti isnâ€™t given justice in the nightâ€™s mint green halogen glow. The tunnel of green ebbs and flows along the way. Wouldnâ€™t it be more romantic is it were moonlight, torches or even incandescent?
Takes longer than I would guess for the cab. In the mean time, I smiled at the misplaced horseman statue. Itâ€™s set back a bit. The statue is placed as if it was in the centre square of a town, but itâ€™s on a corner of a busy intersection. One cannot help but know that its self-proclaimed magnificence is often not seen or appreciated.
Cab is caught after a good-nature â€œhey mammeeâ€. Now, â€œdown the Rabbit hole.â€