Sitting in a square

There’s something delightful about sitting in a square. I don’t do it ever but I currently have to as I wait for a mate to turn up.

I’ve had a can of stella and I’m just people watching. A man dropped his sunglasses. A different man gave £5 to another man who was playing the Godfather theme on a sax. A woman was having a quiet argument on the phone about a gardener.

Little slices of life pie everywhere.

I was going to call these little dramas “vignettes”, but then worried I was misusing the word. Google smugly confirmed that I was right. It’s taken from the french word for “vine”, as they’d often be used as decoration around the borders of paintings and the like. Who knew.

Update: yet another man (new entrant) walked by with a very large bluetooth speaker blasting Smooth Operator by Sade. My friend has still not arrived. Smooth indeed.