Some years ago I visited Charters. It was my first time. I wet with a friend who knew Charters like the back of his hand, which made me feel somewhat intimidated. So going back there alone some years later was a great thrill—to visit old places I remembered, maybe walk around outside of the Cathedral which I didn’t do the first time, feeling less intimated but still in awe! After the cathedral, I walked through the village with its cobble streets, canals everywhere, quaint houses, walls covered with vines and beautiful flowers. Weaving through the streets, I came to an open area, and about 35 feet away was a parked car with its hood up. There was an older man leaning over doing some work, and a younger guy assisting him with a large 3-tired toolbox at his feet. In the moment that I spotted them, the younger guy saw two girls across the street. At the same time he went to take a step, completely lost his balance and stumbled over the toolbox, and the more he fought it, the worse his balance became. And, making such a racket- in this dream like setting – I could have been in Detroit.
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