Retracing my steps from yesterday, I see a speck of bright pink. Yep the scarf I lost.
People getting changed in doorways, then joining in the parade. Energetic dancers wiggle and gyrate to the astonishment of some Oxford shoppers.
I sit for ages watching a group of goths. Many hugs and much touching passes between them. I only see 1 smoking the whole time I am there. They notice me and big boy, I get request to take photo's.
Bit of that
Get up and go.
Helpful police instruction to homeless.
(The Oldie Dictionary For Our Time)
