There’s whimsy and then there’s madness. In the square, the giant escapement was cute. We sat by the fountain and savoured the play of sun through the holes. Hands big as railway signals indicated the museum and the train station. Disquieting.
We chose the museum. You learn a lot about a community through its relics. The face of a Gulliver-sized fob watch was set into the cobbles of the plaza.
“What time is it?” I asked a whiskered citizen in a top hat.
He capered. “Tea time, of course. It’s always tea-time.”
The only train out was at High Noon.
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