Afternoon in an Alley

Gy?r, Hungary.
Afternoon on the last day of July, first day of my journal.

I'm tired, sweating from walking all day, and surveying the tourists milling about the city's historical center, admiring the Baroque architecture, wrought-iron streetlamps, and cold creamy desserts in glass displays before all the sidewalk cafés.
It's partially cloudy, but the sun shines through in spots, illuminating for a few moments the open windows over a quiet alley. A lone person walks along in the shadows.