Let's go on a walking tour of Goa.
I chanced upon this lovely place one lazy afternoon as I went for a stroll after lunch.
An old post office (sadly, I could not get a picture of that) dots the area.
A creek flows by silently.
The place was so quiet I thought everyone was cooped up inside having their afternoon siesta.
An exhibition was going on in the neighboring building. They even had a quaint tea room inside.
The sun shone brightly at the yellow houses and they in turn winked back at the Sun.
As evening drew close I walked up to a church on top of a hill. The church gleamed like a bride. A band was playing music at the foot of the hill. The notes wafted in the air. Perhaps it even reached all the way up! Who knows?
I chanced upon this lovely place one lazy afternoon as I went for a stroll after lunch.
An old post office (sadly, I could not get a picture of that) dots the area.
A creek flows by silently.
The place was so quiet I thought everyone was cooped up inside having their afternoon siesta.
An exhibition was going on in the neighboring building. They even had a quaint tea room inside.
The sun shone brightly at the yellow houses and they in turn winked back at the Sun.
As evening drew close I walked up to a church on top of a hill. The church gleamed like a bride. A band was playing music at the foot of the hill. The notes wafted in the air. Perhaps it even reached all the way up! Who knows?
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