Late in the evening, near the bus stop in the center of the old town, we were being serenaded gently by a flamenco guitarist who turned the oddly cold night to magic. A young man, entranced, spoke with him, and we witnessed his youthful life explode into a new direction, projecting an inner glow that complemented the music.
A strikingly handsome police officer strolled by and my companion called out cheekily, "Heyyy, Superman!" Without missing a heartbeat, the cop grinned, turned his chiseled jaw over a square shoulder and retorted wickedly, "I'm Batman."
A lively discussion ensued over who actually was cooler - Batman won - and the bus arrived. We all boarded together, though already on separate journeys. But what a lovely chord was struck in the chill night.