Placeholder text for a post on Place Stories. Capital of Sri Lanka. A dreamy place. Humid, lush, alive.
One night I headed to the Muslim area for street food.
Then I went to the public wholesale goods market, which was bustling. The scent of spices wafted throughout the alleyways.
Colors splashed everywhere. The red mosque was stunning.
So was this monumental relic of a bygone era. It must have seemed modern when it was unveiled. The landline seems strange to young people today when they first encounter this blue installation.
Kamuning Republic 