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Snowbird of Paradise 
You’ll have to supply some context for us ‘foreigners’.
You know as much as I do, Ark. I pass this wall of names as I walk along the harbourfront, but it comes without explanation. I assume it is a memorial wall, but I don’t know that. The red roses just appeared one day.
[…] down to Ark, a reader of this blog. He had asked about the wall of bricks with names on them in my previous post and I admitted I didn’t know what they were there for. So, today I went for a walk with the […]