The end of an Era

End Of an Era

In the narrow shopping street in the old town
melancholy hangs heavy amongst christmas
decorations, small shops selling blouses, shirts,
lingerie, suits and shoes are mostly empty and
dying, the relentless stride of Chinese shops
selling stuff at a price they cannot match, is
strangling them, and the public will not come
to their rescue. They used to be a dignified lot,
men and women of commerce, selling good
quality cloths, a church going bourgeoisie with
a healthy contempt for the crass working class,
those they made their money off, now left in
a backwater, missed only by the nostalgic, who
remember them wrongly.