The big bite. Another view of a stanchion.
An adult's bicycle leaning against a lamppost has a foreshortened shadow that could be that of a child's fairy bike. A reminder that the sun, summer being close, is now high in the sky.
I smell them first, the wallflowers. Then, I pass them, orange and yellow, brown, carmine and burgundy. And I remember that sometimes they are, prettily, called gilliflowers.