For some reasons it made me dream.
I used to wait the whole summer for the end of August, beginning of September to come and go from Cutty Sark, with its market and children entertainments, up to Woolwich with street food and music.
Then, when the night felt down covering the daylight in shadows, I took my place on the Pier waiting for the Tall Ships parade and the fireworks.
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