A fallen angel?

The haloes had slipped a little, but Agu's class from school endured the rounds of the square several times without mishap. No eyes taken out from undue force of sweet throwing, no wings lost, plenty of feathers rufffled. When they ran out of sweets (no longer supplied by banks and businesses unless specifically asked and feeling flush) they gave feathers to the Kings. I have hundreds of shots, and haven't done my best, but I really enjoyed not having to use the flash.

We narrowly escaped disaster with misplaced keys, to enter the house together and find a bike for Ben and a scooter for Agu. Those Kings have done well, and my angels even better.