Entering the Ghetto I passed a wall with a couple of rows of posters that had been pasted onto it.  Unlike so many of the layers of paper posted on walls around the city, these seem to have been placed there with some care, neatly aligned to each other and the brickwork.  Time and the elements had not shown the same respect, but I liked them as an image.  As the light breeze shifted the hanging sheets I felt they were living up to one of the titles they were promoting.



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