The old narrow wooden streets of claustrophobia
with market traders of differing size and health
are adjoined by newer streets of many young gazers
arrested in their stare, they fill the old greyish walls,
the walls whose faces receive the slanted backs of snake charmers of authentic calibre and
barterers a plenty.
The old streets like those of Middle-Age England,
her dusty grounds and shacked-up street sellers align the city
and lie opposite this Western modern face.