The night air was thick and perfumed with the scent of coco-butter. Music and laughter spilled out of open doorways while lover’s held hands as they strolled down the curved concrete.
There was a feeling of familiarity that only the summer season could bring.
No crowds, no heavy traffic, no tourists.
The bars, shops, beaches, and parlors once again belonged to the natives that lived there.
A moment to breath, a moment to dance. The sweetness of summer, shining in the night.
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