A parade of statues form an oval plaza, the butter yellow flagstones are smooth and clean, mirroring the shape perfectly.

It's beautiful, a triumph of city decoration, but unsettling. There is no natural entrance or exit to the plaza forcing bottlenecks as people squeeze in at the corners of the eye.

And squeeze in they do. It would be easier to go around, but the locals patiently queue in and back out, all the while maintaining the absurd appearance that there are no statues at all.

A swallow zips back and forth above taking note of how the crowd flows like a river. She pauses instinctively as she sees a pattern, and has to fly hard to regain the sky.