Map of Hamiltons Bawn Photo Gallery
Herbal chemists shared entrances with acupuncture centres. Coachloads of young European tourists ate hamburgers and made faces at diners. Police cars drove by without stopping. Nick reached up to the top shelf of one of the bookcases and picked out a book on yoga for cats. What is that horrid smell? Liz asked. He realised that he had exposed his perfumed armpits to the air. Must be the acupuncture centre. he said. Perfectly vile. Listen, I have an idea.