You ever notice how the city hides its quiet corners, like a maze with secret doors? I’ve got a few that only a few people know about. Think you’d be up for a quick detour, camera in hand?

Sure, I know a side street, past the old bakery, a tunnel under the fountain—keep your camera quiet, I don’t like crowds. The best view is when the light hits the cracked pavement, shadows shift, almost like… well, you’ll see, it’s a secret spot. Don't tell anyone, the city loves to forget its own back alleys.

Cool, meet me behind the florist shop, 3:15 sharp. Bring a flashlight—just in case the alley turns dark and we need a little glow. Keep the phone silent, the city hears better that way. See you soon.