St. Bartholomew's Day, 28. September. The autumn winds begin to blow, bringing coolness to the city. The sun, now lower in the sky, casts long shadows. The leaves on the trees begin to change, from green to yellow, red, and brown. In the market, the fruits and vegetables of summer give way to the apples, pears, and winter squash.

The city prepares for the approaching season. The streets are swept, the sidewalks are cleared, and the lamps are lit early. The churches, now empty of summer visitors, resume their routines. The schools, once closed, reopen their doors. The air has a crispness that speaks of the coming change.

The weather, too, begins to show the season's shift. The mornings are cooler, the afternoons less humid. The sky is a clearer blue, with fewer clouds. The sea, once so calm, now churns with the energy of the approaching storm.

And yet, there is a lingering sense of summer. The heat of the day lingers, reminding us of the long, lazy afternoons spent by the water. The birds, although their songs have grown quieter, still chirp in the trees, reminding us of the abundant life that flourishes in the city and its surrounding nature.

Autumn in the city is a time of transition. It is a time of preparation, of looking both forward to the coming season and backward, remembering the warmth of summer. It is a time of change, of movement, of anticipation. The energy of the city is both peaceful and vibrant, a reflection of the season's beauty and the human spirit that thrives within its streets, its churches, its schools, and its nature. 