or probably i should better say on early morning.
It’s 5 am on a Friday. It’s almost magical how the scenario of a city can change, only based on the different time you look at it.
Streets are empty. Nobody on the sidewalks, walking down the street in a rush, and specially no line up for coffee.
Shops turned their loud music off, and they left only these weak back-lights that makes the clothes they sell look even better.
Pubs are closed down. There is a bartender is left inside, finally enjoying his favorite booze thinking about the past night: “That red hair girl at the bar was pure beauty. I hope she comes back some other time”.
The only noise comes from the running tram that shine in the background, and it’s solo driver, moving funnily on his seat, dancing along some radio song.