Imagine (3)

And something funny is happening. Now that people meet on the paths and in the parc they begin to speak. And as it turns out, they have a lot to share and talk about. Sometimes you see them sit on the benches. They laugh and you are not quite sure why as there is nothing inherently funny in sitting on benches talking. It must be the lack of ever threatening traffic. You notice how they begin to be friends. They tease each other, jokes fly freely. And you observe how silently a thread is weaving that connects the hearts and the minds and the wills to will a car-free-inner-city-live free of loneliness, despair and crime.