Once entered and ventured within the little thicket in the park opposite the parliament surprised. Toward the low-rise mall on one side numerous trees standing eight or more metres high had been planted close, their thin canopies up high. The simple stone monument by the path with its discontinued fountain had its signage worn away. Numerous peopled benches lined the paths, also worn & weathered. In preparation for the next leg of the trip the nails were pared on one. During the course voices behind had caused a couple of looks round. A girl with her mother it sounded like. There was nothing there. On a third spurt of the same exchange, close behind again, it was up out of the seat and a couple of paces taken... Oh! Oh! White trainers were perched three meters off the ground within the branches of the large leafy tree. Oh! Two prepubescents sitting close opposite each other on a sturdy branch. Beautiful light in the late afternoon sun; mornings were cold in the early Spring here. No smokers were visible; those restless ones sat along the riverbank. The birds, pigeons, sparrows & others, darted through the tree trunks and searched below, rather than around the benches, as witnessed by only minor spattering. Fancier gardens with flowers & the grass shaved made a different setting and drew another class of person. Here there was no stylish dress and no cameras. Around the mall there stretched long concrete horizontals of shrubs, not as far as one could see any flowers. Even by the fake ruin of columns what was mistaken as a rose bed were again young shrubs. The last thing you noticed, at that hour at least, was the reproduction lamppost of five branches directly in front. One younger chap near the road was on his screen. Half an hour later the young girls continued, perfectly comfortable on their perch. They could not be disturbed with questions.
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