*Michael*
"Did you grow up in around here?" I ask her several hours later as we stroll along the crowded street where people jostle each other to get a view of the tumblers or the jugglers or the men walking about on stilts.
"No, but near here." She says.
I have been to fetes, fairs, carnivals, even a circus. What I'm observing now reminds me of a carnival, but it's in the city, in the streets, rather than in the country, on a lawn with lots of space around it. I suspect a good many of these people don’t have the means to take the railway out into the country, and so the performers have brought their talents here and created a festival with a joyous atmosphere.
But in spite of all the frivolity and the attention-seekers, my gaze keeps drifting over to Miss Tempest, her enthusiasm and e
