Rivera, to the right, heads over a hill with lights beckoning beyond, and what is there is unknown. The street lamps play a part too, but when don't they? The shop on the corner sells poultry.
At certain times in certain places a simple street can captivate you, such as the one above on the corner of Rua Rivera and Rivadavia in Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay. What provokes this? I really don't know, but there is no element of danger; almost no traffic; the weather is balmy, touching summer; any time of day people walk contentedly home; and the street is perfectly at peace with itself. Rivera, to the right, heads over a hill with lights beckoning beyond, and what is there is unknown. The street lamps play a part too, but when don't they? The shop on the corner sells poultry. Rivera Street seems to be covered in snow but it is pollen from the big balls of seeds that drop from these trees known as Plateno in Spanish - a waiter informed me - although I can't find that in English or maybe I forgot what he said. Under the summer's blazing sun, the trees provide merciful shade for the street's residents, many of whom cycle rather than drive, spliff clenched between teeth. The no-smoking policy of the delightful Hotel Romio was good news as I'd stand out here, lean against a tree, contemplate the street, fag in hand, brow furrowed with a real perception that I'd been here before.
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