Smelly, Smelly City

The city doesn’t necessarily smell that bad, but this morning I’m sitting by my open window in my bedroom, thinking before it gets too hot I’m going to get some fresh air in here. I’m on the 9th floor, but occasionally there is still a stank wafting in.

Even though there are at least four empty beds here at the guesthouse and two couches, Babu slept on a blanket on the tile floor. I guess this is just the way it is.