Happily my fears were completely unfounded – the welcome was warm, the streets bustled and the restaurants were encouragingly busy.
Jeb whistled through the warm evening streets, imagining this wonderful new place and all the stupid people who would gasp and fall to their knees in ecstasy every time he shuffled past.
As Karadzic is held in Belgrade, Friday night is getting into gear, the fairground is grinding into action, children are whooping despite the rain; music is throbbing out of bars and cars on to the warm, wet streets and girls on heels like stilts strut into town.
The sun is warming the streets, and families throng outside cafes, catching up over churros and hot chocolate.
Walking down the college's bright and warm internal street, seconds after being out in the dereliction, and seeing students at work in the glass-walled rooms or rushing back and forth, it seems absurd to think that Middlesbrough does not have a long-term future.
By time we reached ballroom, which was much warmer than street, shooting had been in progress for 7 hrs.
"They should have allowed everyone to see it". As the morning wore on and the sun warmed the street, the crowd grew more lively.
The traffic was minimal, the sky clear, the weather warm and the streets eerily silent.
It delivers food quickly because it keeps a fleet of cars, equipped with thermal bags to keep the food warm, roaming the streets of San Francisco.
He leads me through the evening streets, warm with early spring, and is seemingly carried by a kind of buoyancy: talking about the sea, poetry, his childhood in Aberystwyth, his flatshare in London, heading down quiet roads, around corners, doubling back, until we find the bar he has been hunting: a narrow corridor where the wine comes served in plastic cups and the stereo plays opera.
