This evening, the sun was softened by clouds as it continued its descent, yellow flowers trembled slightly in the evening breeze, and I ignored my new shoes that wished for my attention. I was, you see, busy smiling at this slip of a girl clutching a stuffed doll close to her chest. She waved, a little sheepishly, and I waved back.

Behind her, a young scamp irreverently held a Barbie over his shoulders as one would a tote bag. Yes, 5:30 pm is a very *insert adjective here* time to walk past the slums.