The Chance Meeting

Weary, melancholic, his work over for the day. First time in this stunning city.
Heading back across the river after dinner, he explores the older parts around the hotel which chose him. Mindful of the need to avoid embroilment as he'd read the great author's tale. Nevertheless, wandering the streets beneath the bridge, he passed hospoda and pivnice, " perhaps later ", he mused. He chanced upon a busy park between streets and river. In fading late spring evening light, she walks her dog, smiles exchanged. " I'm sorry, what did you say, I don't speak your language ? ".