At the end of 10 days, you are filled with curiosity that needs to be satisfied, as you inherently relied on one specific image to create an understanding of the whole city. Finally moving to the northeast, I came across the merchant city. A city filled with designer boutiques and stylish cafes which spill into the streets. Three hours down the streets I see things that are supposedly memory of earlier things. I am engulfed in space seeing everything but rather nothing than a transparent city filled with men and women, young and old in their day to day activities.

To a stranger, this city repeats itself, on the ground you walk on the present and the possible future, one made of glass within the rigid grid streets as hints of what had been the origin of the city. When you look above the streets you are likely to get a glimpse of the past, the old permanent city made of stones that has confined its self above the new city.

Roaming around brought the feeling of deception, from all the postcards to all the views framed through our windows to come out and realise the city is rather a collection of the small fragmentations and not in one day will you fully know it. But, here in motionless the view from above every window of the traveller the streets were different, arguably not all streets can retain shape when not confined, and cities do evolve. However one of these untold streets needs to retain its fabric and take on the role of telling the story to the stranger of what the larger area might represent.