She stepped up the stone staircase, looking around in appreciation. “It’s beautiful here, so peaceful…”
“Yeah, but it’s usually packed for the autumn viewing festival. Glad it’s summer. And for this shade.”
She looked back at Sandra. “What’s the autumn viewing festival?”
“You haven’t heard of it? In autumn, when the leaves turn different colours, Japanese flock from all around to sit under the autumn trees and see them. It’s usually chaos trying to find a spot. If you don’t plan, you might have to try several different parks.”
“Wow. I can’t imagine chaos in this place.”
“Come back in autumn,” said Sandra.
I’ve been looking for an excuse to go back to the Friday Fictioneers.