The square

The square, this is where they come to hang out during the late summers night.

The square, old, with heritage it seems as though it's always been there. 

Under the balmy twinkling night sky they sit and talk. 

And play, the young man lazily strums his guitar to a group of friends.

The couple, the old man alone, the men selling cheap beers.

The fascinated tourist taking pictures on his camera phone.

The square, the people are relaxed and content they don't seem to have any worries.

The warm night is perfectly conducive for impromptu behaviour.

The man with the guitar decides to break out into a little song.

His voice isn't so good. But he doesn't care. 

He's enjoying himself because he's in the square. 

Demola, TCC