Quentin Chevance

When the lights come on

The fort stands on its rocky islet at low tide, with rock pools and seaweed-covered rocks in the foreground.Two figures walk along the wall of a seawater pool, the diving board reflected in the still water, mossy rocks in front.A narrow alley at night, illuminated Japanese signs and paper lanterns, customers seated in front of small bars.The blue-lit tower soars between two buildings under a cloudy night sky, its lights reflected in the river.A lit red and black lantern beside a paved path, more lanterns lining up in the distance at nightfall.Rows of lit paper lanterns under the shrine roof, the dark rooftops outlined against a pink evening sky.Theatre fronts lit up at night, big illuminated posters above the entrances, a black cab in the shadows in the foreground.White pleasure boats on the calm turquoise water of the harbour, a forest of masts behind, soft evening light.A restaurant terrace with red tablecloths lit by lanterns, the wet cobbles gleaming in an alley at night.A narrow canal at nightfall, a stone bridge at the end, diners seated at tables on the lit quayside.

That's all for this series.

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