The name got confusing with the nations capital but this Tailor Town or rather this Historic Jewel, beautiful as it may, is were wet dreams are made of as well as nightmares for those in the know.... Almost every store was a tailors. The quality of the fabric and craftsmen ship of what i witnessed, were not really to my taste... Think those immigrant friendly clothes stores that every town has, but no one apart from them step inside... Really shinny silver plastic looking suits, or that horrendous pin stripe from back in the 90's.To be honest I didn't have the time to or patience to start looking for a suitable sewing sweat shop to do my bidding... Especially since their best products were on display and 90% of them brought up a little sick in my mouth!
But i don't want to be responsible to shatter anyone's hopes & dreams so...
Each to their own. As they say!
Bunk beds in the Bus...
UNESCO - Town...
But i don't want to be responsible to shatter anyone's hopes & dreams so...
Each to their own. As they say!
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