It fascinated me, the old stone bridge in Baroque style and the narrow street leading to it. The street was crowded with people. An old lantern illuminated a stone bridge. It seemed lovely and romantic. The magnificent and beautiful stood proudly. And he lured the gaze of curious walkers. He had served for many years, many things had seen and heard. And one day he was no longer there. Everyone wondered where he disappeared? It’s not gone – I whispered. Quite simply he retired.