The French teenage girl band plays a cover song of the American group Blink 182 at the Music Festival.
A honking car speeds by, horn blaring, Portuguese flag streaming from the window, screaming of the 7-0 soccer win.
An aged woman from church regales me with stories I can't understand, catching words like "Morocco" and was that "giant squid"?
The older ladies at the outdoors cafe gather in groups and gossip, just like the pidgeons that surround their feet.
The man dances with his arm up in salut, his brown skin swaying and sliding in perfect rhythm to the music on the cobbled square.
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