A chair in which to pass judgment, to speculate, to make a cat’s cradle, to take tea, to share a pensive moment, to gaze passively upon the passerby. Truly, the chair of a king.
Muni like an Arcadian idyll; a verdant plot; a Belle Époque.
Sir, you are robbing me of my illusions.
Let’s remember the good times.
Every city gets the monuments it deserves.