Thursday, October 26, 2006

What I'd rather be doing tonight...

coffee with whipped cream.

and the streets aren't wet - they are polished from 1000 years of scuffling foots.

at night, a soft quiet settles on the town, there are no cars, only the occasional mew of a stray cat and the muffled laughter of tourists as they make their way drunkenly through the streets and up the stairs.