The day following the feast was sunny and mild, inviting of a long wander. Following lunch in a sunny local, we embarked on a meandering walk that included many stops along the way in a handful of neighborhoods.
Eventually we found ourselves again at the harbor, staring out at moon-glittered water in the early dark. We breathed in the salt smell of that black and brackish channel where the sea and river meet; entrance and exit of the city where boats are welcomed by la dame verte.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 
Im a lover of words. Loved moon glittered water
Thankyou! I love words,too, tho according to many rules, I abuse them. I love the moon and glitter, so it just made sense 🙂
Rules are made to be trampled by the creative mind.