Find me on the peripheryof that central square,where pigeons swarmfor scraps of food andlarge, air-conditionedbuses from the airportdump their squinting andsweating passengersinto the hot, yellow light.I'm trying to carve out a nicheas a depressed tour guide:entirely unenthusiasticand tiredly cynicalabout my unvarying circuitof the city.'There's anotherchurch ortemple orshop orbar or...
Follow me this way nowfor a tour favourite:the world-famousand highly publicisedsomething or other,reduced to anunremarkable collectionof weathered stone,which was once significant,but now isn't.'
About the Creator
Liam Bates
Painful to write, painful to read.
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