Tonight, like most nights, a large crowd is gathered there. And I sense that something interesting is going on inside that amoeba like human circle. Of course, I am curious to know what it is, but being a vain man - I have to admit that this is what I am - it is below my dignity to push and shove with the rest. I settle down with a glass of wine at a caf' and bide my time for the curtaincall of night. The velvety indigo night, with just a hint of ultramarine at the edges' The crowd eventually disperse and the cacophony of voices die away.

As the lamps go on, a painting done with chalk on the ground reveals itself to me. It is a copy of El Greco's 'Burial of Count Orgaz'. But what a copy! A strapping young man is standing next to it, bowing to the crowd and holding out his cap.
I rise from my table and applaud, pull out the largest note I possess and place it in his hat. I'm not unaware of a certain amount of mockery behind my back....
"You can't afford to give away that kind of money!" a familiar voice hisses in my ear. "It is ridiculous and ostentatious too!"