The cafe was closed for the season. The tourists had mostly all gone back to the places that they came from. The city was quietly draped in Winter grays. The umbrellas that only a few weeks ago sheltered the out of town diners from the sun, now looked like ghosts; a part of the Winter landscape. The people who lived here had their city back for the moment, but few seemed to be willing to take advantage of that fact. The days were short, the weather cold. And many of the cafes were closed.

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