A photographer is sitting on his camera case at the beach.
A person sitting.
Nobody is sitting.
A couple walks down the brilliantly sunny street near some palm and oak trees.
Because of the number of ships parked at the bay, there isn't a distinct view that can be seen from the harbor.
None of the pit fighters ever made it across the desert.
The mummifications ended then.
A man is sitting in a blue car listening to the radio.
The Pincio promenade is descending and lines with maple trees.