...must have been sitting on that bench for a very long time waiting for somebody or something as he has become all stiff and rigid. He seemed petrified when I sat beside him and tried to involve him in a conversation. His lips remained sealed. Perhaps I should try kissing him?
Anyway, he is sitting there surrounded by greenery only a stone's throw from the city centre in a park called Tivoli. The park is a nice place for a quick walk or for spending an afternoon in the open. Squirrels and finches and tits are used to being fed and come begging for food if one is patient enough. Outdoor photographic exhibitions take place regularly every summer and there is a pond with a restaurant not far away. The more sporting inclined can play boules or tennis or basketball on corresponding objects.
I visit the park (but not the man) quite regularly to clear my head from work-induced stress. I'm quite sure the squirrels and birds enjoy my visits just as much as I do.
