The calm that descended last night as the sun gently lowered itself into the river did not last.
It turns out that someone in the band that had caused us so much pain on the night of the Music Festival has another uncle running a cafe, this one just a few hundred metres from our otherwise idyllic spot. In spite of the presumably constant practice since we last heard them, they haven’t improved a bit although fortunately they haven’t learnt any new songs either, so the pain of listening to their entire repertoir was blissfully brief.
Quite understandably from our perspective at least there were no encores, but we decided to move on in the morning just in case they’d been invited back tonight.
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