Swansea

There is beauty here, too. You just have to look a little harder to find it. The outline of a three pointed autumn leaf stencilled in brown on the side of a townhouse wall. The clang of an old-style bell at the front door of a renovations shop. The broken stairs covered in a green, bushy creeper. The smell of saltwater and so many shells that they crunch underfoot. The surprise at finding castle ruins in the midst of all the modern shops. A Narnia-like little path over a creek, through the trees in the park, which blocks of the sound of the traffic and changes the world around you.

I said this was an ugly little city. I may have lied.