Magazine June 7, 2010, Issue

Springtime In The Square

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When warm weather comes to the country and stays, leaves and insects burst out, as if they had been spring-loaded. One day there are none, the next they are everywhere. The green curtain falls, bug sounds fill the noon and the night.

In the city, what bursts out are people. They live or work here year-round, of course, so from November to April they were coming and going. But they bundled up in down and scarves, or crouched under umbrellas; they walked with shrugged-up shoulders and quick stiff steps. Outside was like an airport, an unpleasant stage in a journey. When …

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