Athens Descent Page 17

Entrance to the Worksite
A yellow sign in the trees points the way to the worksite entrance. At the crossing, a little crowd waits for the light: a woman with her hand on her hip, a boy on his phone, an old man shading his eyes. One lady with a big shoulder bag stands alone, ahead of the curve, impatient and waiting. Behind the green hedges and the metal fence, machines are digging into the heart of the square. Nobody waiting at the lights pays them any attention.