2 results for 'beggars'
Straight from a long lunch, I raise my umbrella and head for the pedestrian bridge. Crossing the river, I turned onto the station path; Melbourne cold and soaked after 6-days rain. I recall the soulful sounds of an upright 2-string Vietnamese fiddle commingling with the distant strains of bagpipes that echo from under the bluestone bridge. There’s the flash of a tram – all green and gold – city-bound clatter and the clang of a bell.
Looking at my watch, I’ve shaken the umbrella and turned to drop down the steps, I scan my ticket after dodging smokers engrossed in that final cigarette... (more)
...moment he actually takes both hands off the handlebar to emphasise the point.
Wiping a stream of sweat from my face, I’m reminded by the wobbling Sai Baba that patience, contentment and inner peace are a virtue, while daredevil kids dart between cars, juggling stacks of secondhand books for sale.
We’re in a world of sellers and beggars that Moban fails to notice; one haggard man has no teeth and jaundiced eyes, and a mother holds out a hand for money while pushing a snotty-nosed baby so close that the blood-stained bandage wrapped around the kid’s arm brushes my face.(more)
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