The bus adventures to and back.
The swim towards the sea.
The compromise. The talks. The cashlessness in "town centre" and beyond.
Nothing was black and white, and even the few photos were lost.
Because of a minor incident (which might have involved damaging a camera lens), I was sure I didn’t manage to get any decent photos, but some turned out to be alright. I suppose there is some truth in that Chinese saying about the beauty of the scenery. Autumn leaves around the lake. Green curtains. Christmas tree in the wrecking ball. Bubbles, bubbles, and pure pleasure.