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I love to walk about the streets at night. Sometimes moonlight offers a clarity that daylight overawes. The streets are almost silent, and I am comfortable in the shadows that cover the city.

I can find peace here. The colour of the lights hitting the pavement soothes me and the silence reveals more than the hubbub of day.

About midnight is the best time. The streets are wide and empty, yet not so empty that I have to worry about those who are abroad for reasons more suspicious than my own, more melancholy ones.