Three months ago, I reported how my well-to-do neighbours were up in arms over the planned redevelopment of the main street. Since then, the protests have faded away, with the only reminder of how close we came to revolution being the poster for the Residents’ Association Meeting in the pharmacy window.
Unfortunately, at the same time as the protests died down, so did work on the development, with the trenches dug in early December still open to the elements.
On the left, the trenches on 6 December 2004.
Last Friday, however, the street was a hive of activity, with dozens of men in orange worksuits working furiously, under the frowning eye of the architect. He walked up and down the street, puffing on his cigarette, while each group of workers made like a tableau of dedicated artisans – this one turning over the cement, the next standing ready to add more water from a hose, the third levelling the ground with a plank of wood. I was impressed and took a photo of the scene. Can you spot anything strange?
Answer on Monday!