At the far end of Front Street, the road continues but a barricade prohibits access to it. This part of the main street of Fairplay appears to be frozen in time.... The sunset and the purple-colored clouds, the mountains on the horizon, make me feel like I'm featured in a western...
And the camera man perched on the roof (looking like he is right out of Orson Welles' Touch of Evil) accentuates the impression of being on a movie set. Lucky Luke, will he be exiting from the saloon? I feel the Wild West here, and I can't help but go searching for cowboys, real ones....
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