The new city facing the old one. The water is the street. One rows from shore to shore. He sits, she rows, that’s how it looked – but then I learned that the real skipper was having a smoke.
I felt her impatience, she knew it was going to rain soon. But she couldn’t push him to finish his cigarette. This is not that kind of society, though I found it quite an open one. Eventually she was proved right and it rained cats and dogs.