It’s one of those places that you realize you are there, but it feels as though you are reading about you doing it. You are imagining yourself walking through a canal ridden city with odd shapes and sounds all around you. The haze of smoke on some small streets and nature in her perfection on others. So much life going on. So many choices. The whole city hums to its own tune. Doors far too small and doors far too large. Old and new, slightly slanted. Simultaneously spleenful and orectic. Not to mention, it is where I met HIM again.