For me, a city is like a portrait frozen in time. One records not only the light but the fascinating minutiae in what is almost a living body. There are pulsing arteries and tributaries, places of repose, old scars and sublime idiosyncratic personalities. They are at once grand yet fragile, the repository of memory in stone where we “played our part”. They are not only a summation of our cultural differences but equally a yearning for the shared, the exhalted and above all the loved.