There is a nice patio at Circle Bistro, just off Washington Circle. It used to be full of fun and happy people.
Now it is empty. Unused, unloved, a wasted space.
Why? Because the neighbours, in their love of quiet, hatred of fun, need for vigilance, made the hotel close this great little patio.
Now I look longingly at seats in the sun, the last rays of summer warmth, wasted.
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