As he sat, Francis took out his sketchbook and started to doodle. Suddenly, he heard yelling from below. He put away his sketches and looked down - one of the many corrupt members of the police was demanding extra taxes from a watermelon salesman. Francis rolled his eyes and leapt from the cross into an aqueduct next to the church, and then climbed up onto the bridge above. He stood back, leaning against the bridge wall, waiting for someone to make s move.