Little Things.

In the streets the folk gathered and laughed. Here a group of fascinated teenagers gathered around a stall of glowing wonders and mechanical devices, standing behind the counter of it, a shady merchant with a handle bar moustache and a yellow robe who intended to charge them well over the regular price. At another spot a black and purple motley trickster juggled pins and breathed fire to the delight of all around. Burly guardsmen broke up a scuffle between two women with mascara tear streaked faces. A drifter sat on the street corner playing his harmonica in marvellous tunes for coins and praise. A mystery man in long coats attempted to sell watches. A little girl in a pink dress cried for her mother to buy her a sweetie, blue balloon held tight in tiny pudgy hand. In her emerald tent a warty gypsy foretold an excellent future of love for a shabby balding man.