There are stretches of the bulwark dotted with crumpled kites. Simple kites and fancy kites and kites with crazy colors, all snagged on the wall separating the field above from the footpath below.And cats. What seemed like hundreds of them. Lazing on the rocks and flickering across the walkway. Looking at you like you're the one out of place, standing there with your camera, tourist that you are.
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