6 February Saturday 

The weeds are both fragile and tenacious, beautiful and scrubby.

We will never cover the whole city, walking every street and lane in the time available to us. But I am starting to see the city differently from ground level, as both a refuge and a prison.

The parklands from which we enter the city are like temple grounds, full of the medicinal scents of dried eucalyptus bark and marvelous groves of olive trees