An old city

I turn around the corner of the little street.
Standing there in front of me is an ancient edifice
With its windows panes all chipped and its entrance held precariously in place with aging teak
Silent and shady, hollow and mysterious
Its inhabitants pathetic and miserable
Tranquil yet horrifyingly with out sound. Is it haunted or just discrepant
Like most things in our surroundings in this great city, with death and decay surrounding us.
Oasis of green and forests of steel and glass, how hollow in shame are we stooping
I know nothing about this great city when there is so much to learn
so much to do to know it better.

Vernacular or Gothic, indo-saracenic Mediterranean or moghul, manueline or latin-Mediterranean we know what to make of these. Gardens oh a plenty do we have, many to stroll through but hard to see through.
Museums of shrines of artist aplenty.

Salut, comment allez vous, mon ami? Je suis Keith de bombay.
J'habite a Dadar, dans Bombay, mais ma famille est de goa. Goa est tres belle. I ya beaucoup de las plages et eglises a Goa. Mais , la nourriture dans Goa est tres delicieux et rustique.

Ma famille viens d'un petite village appele anjuna. Anjuna se trouve le nord de Goa dans la province de bardez.
Venons d'un parte de village appale Grande Chinvar. C'est tres belle, il ya beaucoup de champs et les cocotiers.

les eglises grandes et les plages tres belles