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Now, not everything is all sunshine. There’s this one spot near Rue de l’Infortune (I call it that coz it always seems a bit dodgy, ever so ironically) that pisses me off sometimes – poor lighting, constant noise. It gets ya mad, right? But then you have these moments of pure bliss in unexpected places – like the vibrant murals near the old railway station, each splat of paint telling a tale of revolution, hope, and a lot of raw emotion.

Figure 2 Gallo-Belgic pottery shapes produced at the Roman small town...