Today was set to be the longest drive of the trip, and the weather wasn’t looking good. It was cloudy and weather channels said it would probably rain. 256 more words
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“I kissed my girl, by the factory wall. Dirty old town.”
Those lines were in reference to Manchester, England, but nowhere in the UK today do they more describe the miasma of a place than in Belfast, the shade of working class poverty visible on acne-spotted pasty white faces, in the fast-food gastronomy, the obesity, and the simmering resentment and tit-for-tat injuries and insults between the Unionist and Nationalist working classes. 409 more words
Artist Mehdi Ghandyanloo alters reality in fascinating ways around urban facades in Tehran.