Strada in Trinity St

The ambient noise rises. She touches her hair. Red wine is consumed. She touches her thighs. She sits on her palms. She fidgets. Her face is animated. Her voice is low; it must be low, or else it would have failed to blend with the ambient noise.

The patrons do not rely on the restaurant to make their night special; they arrive confident in their own ability to succeed at the task. Each patron's confidence confers dignity on the restaurant and inspires others.

The town does not change, not outwardly. The undergraduates remain works of art, even when they speak. One measures oneself against what one used to be by gauging the changes in one's reactions to the unchanged environment. The town's lack of outward change invites one to seek changes elsewhere and signals the confidence that such changes will be found. At the same time, the lack of outward change may breed timidity and conformism also in the domains beyond the outward.

The diverse traffic of Strada inoculates against the stasis.

"One can contribute to the society only if one is sufficiently different from everyone else, n'est-ce pas? But one feels more comfortable where one is more like others. There is a trade-off."