Paris, London, Rome, New York. Chicago, San Francisco.
They're all celebrated in song.
But not, as far as I know, Kolkata.
(Unless you count the offering by The Bad Man of British theatre in the late Sixties; he who brought the F word to the BBC, and nudity to the London stage... Which I don't.)
But what a city! Where the fuck do I start?
A walk this afternoon by the Hooghly River:
They're all celebrated in song.
But not, as far as I know, Kolkata.
(Unless you count the offering by The Bad Man of British theatre in the late Sixties; he who brought the F word to the BBC, and nudity to the London stage... Which I don't.)
But what a city! Where the fuck do I start?
A walk this afternoon by the Hooghly River:
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