It’s magical when the balloons fly. They keep you looking up, inspecting the sky, craning your neck. Sometimes so close you could almost touch them. Sometimes drifting above you slowly, low enough to wave at the people in the gondola. Sometimes far off in the sky, framed by the craggy mountains, drifting over the river, heading for the horizon.
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