The Blue Mosque glows, a vendor serves tea from his portable canister, a group of old men start singing, and a man crouches on the ground to take the perfect photograph of his ladyfriend. The evening is cooler. They sit down and talk about the future. He listens. She laughs. They could rest and enjoy the place slowly and freely, and they could sit as near or as far from the grumpy lady as they so desired.