As soon as an old establishment is shunted aside by a new one, the new establishment's days are numbered. Its aura immediately starts to lose its shine, and another establishment, as yet unidentified, begins an ascent to replace it in turn.
And so the process continues. Favours are always traded. Nests are forever feathered. The names and faces and labels might vary, but the dynamics of power remain the same...
Back in the 1990s I managed to photograph a bird flying along il ponte
vecchio (it's just above the people's heads).
Near Potter's Bar, this stone is on ...
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