On Cote D'Ivoire Street, at the Women's roundabout stands a golden figure doing what can only be described as the world’s most dramatic “I swear I saw something over there” pose. One hand shading her eyes like she’s been waiting for a delayed bus since the last century. Below her, engraved scenes quietly narrate stories like a graphic novel that forgot its captions, while the surrounding modern buildings try their best to act casual and not interrupt the main character moment happening in the middle of traffic reality. Even the streetlights look like they’re standing at attention. It’s part monument, part mystery.

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