High Contrast Grey.

With the accordion festival in town the one show I wanted to catch was the burlesque show, but as I stand in line to get my ticket I soon find that it isn’t the line for tickets but the line for people with tickets and that the show had already sold out.

I tried to not let this completely kill my evening and I went for a walk in search of something else to do. I still don’t quite know this town nor anyone that I could just call up to hit the town with. So my walk led me in circles though the maze of streets that makes up centre ville.

I don’t think there is a street in centre ville I have yet to walk multiple times.

While going on my walk I came across this sight of a man sitting at one of the outside tables at the bar. He was looking down, not moving, while next to him on the table there sat a glass of red wine that looked untouched.

Picturesque with a hint of assumed existentialism.