So I tried to get all my curiosity trying to take their pulse for strollers, and none appeared pint of tired. Singular and curious spectacle is completely free and, moreover, nothing is wrong. No seem free, I think they are victims of asphalt, part of the slave army of endless trips that do not lead anywhere: go to go, has no fixed direction. The tours are increasingly being stretched more and someday, I believe, will reach great distances to leave the city, they will probably exceed the Mediterranean motorway. They take refuge on the floor, pretending to whispers and gossip that everything goes smoothly. Sometimes they can be seen holding hands or fingers intertwined, something normal in Tangier. A walk should be a way to escape possibilities and shortcuts to that one ceases to be involved in the noise, and should not be limited exclusively to mere pointless walks.
long ago the city of Tangier has moved on from those few long years of refinement and elegance. Those glory years were replaced by others from obscurity and neglect. It was a vengeful and merciless punishment. For years the future of Tangier weighed like a millstone. More than half of Tangier remained asleep, drugged, standing and silent. Today emerges a glimmer of hope and the city is engaged in a frenzied growth process, due to new plans that will end years of surprising obscurity. Pasteur Boulevard was built in the heyday, back in the 30's, as a commercial street and a meeting of the modern city. Unfortunately, almost without realizing it, became, little by little, in a place of gossip, the ups and downs, twists and turns waiting to see the girl alleged, crosses or malicious intriguing glances, looks discouraging, the simulated indifference looks, glances of complicity, mocking, looks and more looks, ...
And so, without more, our Boulevard Pasteur announced has undergone a metamorphosis, sad and profound result of the negligence and impotence, reincarnated in simply "Bolevar" popularly known as today. It was a linguistic mutation, a pronunciation derived from a default dialect and slang mouthed, following the bloody colonial aftermath. There, every evening will be crowded with loads of people, as mentioned above for a walk, going and coming without any goal. This "Bolevar" must have the force giant magnet that attracts the Tangier and became daily in one of the key points of the human confluence in this labyrinthine city. It is reached from anywhere.
Today everything has changed and the Boulevard Pasteur has ceased to be a long time, what was and has lost its splendor. What a shame! The pain of my memories keep me from walking, more and more distant in time and not knowing anybody, ambling between meaningless bustle, and I refuse to be part of this circus every day, do not want to be one more and my body to walk wandering, just like that. No, I refuse outright. The truth is that this area of \u200b\u200bthe city still retains some of the elegance and glamor traits that made him famous Tangier. The architecture of its buildings still Western dyes.
Boulevard Pasteur has always emerged as the main artery of the modern city, since it was accessible to all those unforgettable street names: Statutes, Fez, Belgium, Murillo, Viñas, Velazquez, De la Croix, Goya, etc.. .... And there were located the most famous establishments: Kent Stores, Galleries Preciados, Ros House, Café Savoy, Madame Porte Tea Room, Cafe Paname, Brasserie, Tagore, corner, Zagora, Jewelry Orly, Algemene Bank Netherland ... Fortunately, the Boulevard Pasteur, as of today, still retains a certain extent, visible to the nostalgic who wants to see, taste and the trace of its past.
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