“Well, gentlemen, you want to get to Mallory Square about a half an hour before sunset, so you’d best go now.”
It took only ten minutes by foot to get to the Square. Stan couldn’t believe what he saw there. First of all, the cruise ships had left. Out in the harbor, parading in both directions parallel to the shore were all sorts of pleasure craft, both power and sail. People were partying on those boats, yelling and waving to friends—or perhaps strangers—on shore.
Along the docks Stan was amazed to see all sorts of people vending food. There were entertainers from sword-swallowers and acrobats to buskers and musicians. A pair of young men in very tight tights with very nice butts were tossing flaming torches back and forth. A woman in Caribbean garb was selling cookies and spouting amus
