From my window I see three old soldiers in berets and navy-blue blazers with rainbow medal ribbons, fresh from some service at the cathedral, talking in the sunshine outside a garden full of marigolds, petunias, fuschias, yellow, orange, red, purple. A young bearded man (foreign student?) goes by in mauve trousers, lime-green teeshirt, blue rucksack, and they glance at each other briefly. No war, but a lot of clashing.