Several pedestrian bridges cross the Maitai River. The one I take every day look on trees whose branches extend above the river. This is where the mates from the Maitai River meet to soak up the sun or perhaps to tell the latest gossip about tourists who insist on taking photos (but in truth, I am the main tourist). On the right, I think it is a white heron (but I am far from being certain), a rare species, it seems, that can be seen from time to time on the banks of the river. I find excuses every day to cross the bridge and I have great pleasure in wondering which of the buddies will be there.