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Describe the sights, sounds and smells along a busy
street
Describe the sights, sounds and smells along a busy
street
I walk out of the well-lit, peaceful, cool air-conditioned
comfort of the book shop. Immediately I was hit by a blast
of hot air from the street. Wow, the difference is so great.
Out on the five-foot way I break into a sweat.
I walk down the five-foot way.
Next to the book shop are two sundry shops. The smell
emanating from these shops tingles my nose. The mixture
of onion, garlic, dried fish, pepper and spices make a
potent combination. I hold my breath for a moment as I
walk quickly past the sundry shops. I always wonder how
the people working inside the shops can stand the smell.
Perhaps they are used to it.
There are many people walking along the five-foot ways
on both sides of the street. It is about one o’clock in the
afternoon and many office-workers are out for their lunch
break. So I see these smartly dressed men and women
hurrying towards the eating places further down the street.
The street has been made one-way some time ago to
cater for the ever increasing traffic volume. Lunch hour
finds the street uncrossable. I want to cross to the other
side. I look at the traffic. One look tells me that it is too
dangerous to do so. The cars and motorcycles are moving
at considerable speeds and they do not seem to be in the
mood to make way for any pedestrian. I decide to cross
the street via the lights-controlled crossing down the
street.
On my way towards the crossing I pass many other shops.
They were mainly shops selling clothes, shoes and
watches. Near the crossing is a supermarket. Throngs of
people can be seen at the entrance. A beggar sits on the
steps, arms outstretched, eyes leading for alms. I drop 20
cents into his unwashed palm. He also stinks of cheap
liquor.
I reach the crossing. The lights are red, so I wait with a
group of people. Cars speed by sending their obnoxious
fumes into the waiting people. However no one flinches. A
bit of smoke is not going to prevent anyone from crossing
the street.
Presently the cars screech to a halt behind the white lines
across the road except for one that makes a dash past
even though the lights have changed to red for him. Some
pedestrians shake their fists, but no one is hit. The
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