An afternoon coffee at King’s Parade. Tourists were many. The chapel was big. The beggar sitting five meters away from me was a little too loud:
Do you have any changes please? Excuse me do you hear me? Don’t say sorry don’t lie to me. You liar any changes please?
The pigeon he scared off wobbled my way. I sipped my coffee and he spat another curse, both watching the coming and going of pigeons and pedestrians.