West side story

Early morning. Monochrome skies. Monochrome park. Headed west of the river for a variation on the theme . Dead leaves carpeted an empty park. At Castle street bridge, a lone rower breaks the stillness with the soft splashing of oars. Scenes only possible to witness by bike.

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