I set out to walk across the city. The lines were long and straight, so the task should have been simple. Soon I found myself being drawn away. Every niche had a curiosity, every alleyway had a sense of belonging. I realised quickly that I could never understand the place without understanding the history. Every sidestreet has had people living in it. Hundreds of years of life lived in the same place. Occasionally I would find a place away from the crowds, sometimes only metres away from their madding bustle, but where the place was empty. In these places I found the soul of the city, no waste occured, the spaces were loved, dead-ends were decorated with flowers. Artifacts of life were placed where they should be.