Yesterday morning at 8 a.m., I looked out the windows of my hotel (the photo at the right is from Tuesday afternoon), both the window in my room and the one by the elevator. And I saw no one out on the streets. No one.
8 in the morning in a major city, the weather was good, and the streets were empty.
I guess that’s what happens when people don’t have dinner until after 10 p.m.