the van
Something funny. Outside the Pastelaria on Rua da Graça there's a white van that's always parked in the same place. Morning, evening, every time I go past. Same angle, same dent in the door, a man in a red jacket next to it who seems to always be about to cross the street.
I've never seen the van move. I've never seen the man cross.
The pastéis are the same as ever. I had two for you.