This is the view outside our bedroom. The ivy-covered wall to the left is the exterior of the night-club that stays open so late. (Cotton in my ears and a closed window has helped. Somehow, Sandy isn't so bothered by it--it's probably all those years living in "hilltop!")
The benches in front of the wall have proven an inviting place for people to stop and have a few bottles of beer, particularly on evenings when it's not raining. The sculpture in the square is of a house, commemorating the house that had been there and was destroyed during the war.
I wish it was an actual house, not just a sculpture house.
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