“Awesome architecture!” Raylene snapped another picture.
Winnie eyed the building. “All that brick to whitewash.”
“To achieve such symmetry back in those days…”
Winnie frowned. “All those windows to clean.”
“Oh, well. Help was cheap back then.”
They heard some chatter and the two cousins turned to watch a number of children crossing the street. “Looks like a school tour,” Raylene commented.
“Now there’ll be grubby little fingerprints everywhere.”
Raylene sighed and turned to gaze at the City Hall again. “I think those flower boxes add such a nice touch. Don’t you? The town fathers back then didn’t cheap out when they set up office.”
“Still don’t,” Winnie grumbled. “Just think how much red tape they could produce in an office this size.”
At that second Raylene wished for a roll of duct tape in her hand. She pushed the uncharitable thought away and checked her program. “I see the castle tour is next.”
“Hope we do the dungeon. Dungeons have always fascinated me.”
Raylene rolled her eyes. Somehow that fits. Then another thought flashed through her mind and she chuckled. Her cousin Winnie could probably bring an ‘Iron maiden’ to tears.
Winnie looked at her curiously. “Did I miss something funny?”
“Oh, I was just remembering how the cream on our table at the bistro was sour.”
“Hmph! That’s funny? And our table was the only one with sour cream. Really odd, I’d say.”
“Yes. An odd sort of funny. Let’s go find the rest of our group.”