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Perth, Australia

One should never arrive in a new city on a Saturday afternoon I think. It is that silent part of a week where everyone breathes out the relief of a week gone by. A stale breath of shopping for weekend beers. I am sure though that this is not the case in Italy, or Spain… I somehow romantizise those European cities – knowing that they have the same underbelly. The stretch in from any airport is always dismal – tyre repairs, funeral parlours and hardware shops. The inner city is eclectic – a harsh mix of old and new. Vagrants. My walk to the apartment I see an Eastern woman kicking and spitting at a homeless man. A youth steals a T-shirt from a shop, puts it on in front of everyone and walks away ignoring the shop attendant shouting after him. He defiantly rips off the label and throws it on the sidewalk. People sleeping in doorways. Dirty streets. One should never arrive in a new city on a Saturday afternoon….

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