These late-afternoon patrols were hot, dull and tiring. The market offered variety, coolness, and the strong argument of food. My stomach tempted me, tired of cafeterias, and anticipating vacation, it craved, the gastronomic interlude which cherry season offers.
I was young, and foolishly, I hoped to suddenly see her appear in a window or emerge from a shop, and, once again, find herself face to face with me.
At my age, you hate nothing more than shopping.
I didn't dare turn, and the walk seemed endless.
