It is summer night in Old Town. The Market Square is filled with joyful noise, chatter, murmur, splashing and whispering of the fountains, and children’s voices raising up in delight. The breeze is moving the flags on the lamp posts and the light seems to be changing every moment, broken, amplified and reflected in the darkness of water.
I can hear a little girl demand: “Mom, I want a penny! I need to make a wish.” I smile and hope her Mom has a penny.