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September 16, 2007
Let me show you my city.

A symbol first - this postbox, left standing when the bomb went off. The shops around it are new and shiny, but the postbox is as it has always been.

In front of those shiny shops, the Big Issue seller and, if the police haven't moved him on, the beggar.

Shoppers in a hurry, girls in giggling bunches, the panpipe players in their bright feathers.

Turn the corner, and find the peace of the cathedral, or the secular tranquillity of the art gallery.

Old mixes and merges with new, in buildings and in cultures.