This morning I met a group of 10 students with their teacher. It was a special art class.
Five girls sat quietly in a row closest to the (fake) lighthouse here at Singlar Marina.


Five boys sat with the teacher in the back row.

This young man was so proud of his drawing and really wanted me to take his picture.

And this one did everything he could to entertain me.
Running around, making silly noises, and finally falling to the ground.
His teacher said he was a big "drama king."

He was thrilled when I said he could ride the small-wheeled bike I had with me.
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