This city! This city!
Will someday write a long essay like Jan Morris’ . By now, a fair deal to say. Of its rhythms. Of its ferries. Of the neighbourhood football fanclubs with each locality divided among Argentina, Brazil , Portugal and who knows, Iceland too. The crazy roads and green palette.
Ran along the islands last year. Walked around the old blocks. Made friends. Lost friends. Took its sun. And loved it for its strong association. This morning standing by the waterfront cheering as someone gets hitched.