Eve of Puritan non-Christmas. Thick clouds, very rainy night last night. Usual tourist hordes. Perhaps my imagination, but the faces in the crowd seem to be much more domestic, compared to other years.
The city seems very evil today. Uptick in the number of rude and oblivious comments from visiting passerby, an old toothless hag cackled noisily at me as I walked past, that sort of thing. Tourists literally swarming the tables of the research library.
Sloughing on.