This filthy, unused sqaure is in a state of extreme disrepair. The

tiled street is broken in many places, and in others bubbles upwards

or sinks into a bowl as the ground underneath shifts and churns.

Blackened stone chunks, smashed and displaced, are what is left of a

once-beautiful fountain that once graced the centre of the square. The

buildings lining the edge of this forgotten meeting-place stand like

disapproving sentinels, seeming to watch your every move.