Portsmouth lives on a predictable cycle: new students arrive, study, leave. Some graduate, some return. Most leave with, I hope, fond memories and never have a cause to return. I have been a part of it for two years now, and it starts again.
I sat in a cafe for the first time and it had a table of 12 people, who I suspected were being given a pleasant introduction to each other – ice breaking. They left happily following a chap in a way reminiscent of a tour guide.
New people arrived and a couple, friends I suspect reading their body language, sat down in a window seat. Hand gestures were used far more by the lady, and without hearing the conversation was an interesting to watch. Silent movies, no subtitles.
The view from my eye alone 