ancient paths...

There are remnants and evidence of when the [recent] foundations of this city were laid... the footprints of people and pets in the pavement spring up randomly and delightfully throughout the city. Sometimes a mere shoe print, other times, the crooked and curvy path of the cat; sometimes on the main road, other times in an obscure alley. These steps of foreigners from a foreign time remain in the concrete that had not quite dried when they walked across it. I know that these roads have been crossed by many curious claws and countless sojourners. The remnants of time reveal themselves to us so beautifully. I love this city more with each step.