Day 39

after shopping at the dockyard i sit down in this outdoor pavillion to have lunch and feed the pigeons and i see this sign in bold black letters hanging on a grille:

NO ALCOHOL IS TO BE CONSUMED

which i thought was really very funny, as if declaring a universal prohibition, an old grizzled man waving a puny fist in the sky decrying all inebriation that was, is, and is yet to be.