Tripping Over History – Barbara Kapetanakes – Guest Blogger

I smelled something burning, and commented, “I smell incense burning,” assuming it was a street vendor hawking his product for tourists.  But as we walked away from the station, we not only realized there were no street vendors nearby, but that a large cloud of smoke was growing very close to where we were walking.

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