In which the Festival ends

This is the view from the Library at work:

The wind was heading straight towards me from the Castle and I could hear the music and smell the gunpowder. There was about a one-and-a-half second delay between the son and the lumière. Didn't get much work done for the last hour.

This is the view on my way home:

I love this city.

Also! Now I've worked out how to get photos off this dog-awful phone camera^[0] (I've only had it since 2008), a selection of other daguerrotypes are presented for your edification below the cut. Most of these were sent as text messages at some point.

( Herewith, the cut )

Hungry now.

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[0] Plug in the cable thingy, and penelope instantly pops up with a window telling me I've plugged in a medium with digital photos, and offers me a selection of various free photo-manipulation software packages I didn't know I had. Huh. That was straightforward. I love Ubuntu.