From atop the cliffs, the tumult of sea at night seemed remote, too far away to ever hurt anyone. On the horizon, a string of lights revealed freighters waiting their turn to enter port, some twenty kilometers to the north, like they had for thousands of years. Brilliant lights shone all along the curving shore in that direction, only fading as they came closer, through one sedated coastal town after another. The breeze brought a chill, and the smell of salt, while up the promenade traveled mixed music from merry-go-rounds and beer gardens. It was peaceful at this end. The few floating lamps kept trying to cluster where people did, to the chagrin of those seeking the dark on purpose.
The bazaar was closing down as I wandered past. Less than one hour to midnight. I rubbed the smoke of barbecues out of my eyes and watched the crowd. A neko family, with two kids chasing each other's tails around the padded feet of their parents. Locals, by their clothes; tourists tended to be more extrava