yet again ... getting lost ... then enjoying self-discovery ...

These images, unlike the previous post on the topic , are from the lanes,  to be precise one lane  (with respects to Thomson and Thompson ) Aging with grace? Fading away? Or hanging by a thread?  Varying brick sizes and shapes? Or a tree taking over? Or dark lines on the horizon?  A balcony with waves?  Its neighbours are being repurposed as hotels.  Does it eagerly await its turn? Or does it dread the loss of peace?  How does HE see the changes?  Is the window partially open to allow only partial changes?  The lane's width ensures that one is either on two feet or on two wheels! Should we have trips for children to obverse where their elders lived? To see h omes that are disappearing from our midst!

Cycling and walking around the town got me intrigued about the buildings, some gelled with the surroundings, some hugged trees, some showcased sheer beauty, some had definitely seen better days, some were part of royal families earlier, some - like much else in the town - defied logic (what ever it means) . . . .  One morning I took my camera as I went with the cycle, if this is what one of the 'main' roads has on offer one get some idea of what lies hidden in the lanes. . . . The endearing charm of wooden windows, of the times when windows were meant to allow sound, air and light in, to take in the surrounds and not keep them out . . . .  Some have little left of their windows, on occasions when we have walked past such buildings (and the town has plenty) colleagues have asked if people live in these, twice people have come out (as if on hint) to dry clothes from windows like these  . . . .  Some are stately, this particular one was a favou...