Marek, I like your pattern of blackened strollers. Especially the foreground pair, but there's a harmony of them, like a two-hand chord with distant intervals. Here's a one-note echo from San Francisco.
No one knows how this restaurant survives. On take out, maybe? But it's near emptiness is a boon for nighthawking from the drivers seat at the stoplight.
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