Listening to the city from 49 stories up is something rather extra-ordinary. Music blasting from an African market down below as people as tiny as ants scurry between stalls either buying veggies for their evening meal or that new pair of shoes that was flown in directly from China or Taiwan. A minute later a prayer erupts from a loudspeaker somewhere from a mosque below. Taxi's hooting to attract passengers and the odd police or ambulance siren echos through the streets which is a common sound around here. Sitting up high on the shoulder of a steel and concrete giant, with the breeze whisking past my ears thinking...It's days like these I love this town...It's times like these we are reminded....
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