The park looked like a mangy cat, my neighbour said, and I didn’t know what he was talking about. Oh, that old historical square. Indeed, it was quite overgrown. But now there are endless benches where you can sit, behold the park, and dream.
The streets are named after artists. I wonder if the children who will play on that magnificently colourful structure will one day become artists themselves? But who can tell?
The park looked like a mangy cat, my neighbour said, and I didn’t know what he was talking about. Oh, that old historical square. Indeed, it was quite overgrown. But now there are endless benches where you can sit, behold the park, and dream.
The streets are named after artists. I wonder if the children who will play on that magnificently colourful structure will one day become artists themselves? But who can tell?