The sun was hot; the glare terrible. My summer jacket was tied around my waist and the cold air breeze was nowhere to be see.  I had heard all about this statue performance where the bright colours of blue, red, yellow and white were to be watched, as every night they would address to this busy town.

I had only recently moved here, it was different to every other place I had been to, almost lost in its own world and from what I have seen today I am not so shore of what I want to do.

By Willow.