Lost in the old streets

Some cities are best with a list. This one is best without. I left the map in the room and walked out with one rule: when in doubt, turn left.

The morning

Narrow streets, a market that sold only buttons, and a bakery with no sign. The bread was still warm.

The afternoon

A small museum about the history of the river, with one guard and no other visitors. He told me about every room.

By evening, my feet hurt and I had no idea where I was. A taxi fixed both problems.