Some of the people sitting under the columns looked bored, others indifferent. All were carrying bulging bags and some clutched bottles of water, as though afraid they would not find anything to drink again for days. All of them were poorly dressed; T-shirts, ragged trousers or shorts and cheap-looking shoes. Every now and then a group would get up, as though ordered to do so, and the individuals would jostle one another in tight formation out of the square, without so much as a glance at the ordinary life around them. An outsider, going in the opposite direction, stood back, preferring to let the unhappy-looking mass of people pass by rather than break through its ranks.

In another scene, just off the same square, a cleanly-dressed couple sat quietly side by side on the steps of a luxury hotel. They seemed content with their lot and said