The night was fresh and filled with optimism. I went to the city to find a bit of fun and be social. I met quite a few friends and acquaintances on that occasion.
One of them was Carla, a good friend of mine and the main protagonist of today's post.
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The photographs were taken in a gallery situated in one of the narrow streets of the historic part of Pula.
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It was the opening of an exhibition. Maybe. I don't remember what exactly was going on.
It could have been something about literature ...
... poetry ... stuff like that.
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Someone was promoting a book he or she wrote? Perhaps. Who knows? I most certainly don't.
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The old photographs made me remember the place and the atmosphere, but I can't recall the event.
Today, I had some things to do. I spent most of the day in the city, so I wasn't able to publish a post that is long and complex. These old fragments of an old forgotten day in April 2015 came in very handy to save the day and help me create something for my daily blogging quest that started four years ago.
Yep. I don't know what else could I say before ending this pretty uneventful post about an event I forgot.
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So, that's it.
