Nothing new, I suppose, but having rashly decided to go and soak up the carnival atmosphere over on the seemy side of the Ile, a trot through the landfill site that was Margate beach culminated in watching a huge old timber barn burn to the ground, close to the newly re-opened Tudor House.
I lost count of the number of times I heard the words 'insurance job' and 'luxury apartments' as I strolled among the large crowd of onlookers. I suppose there have been so many false dawns for the place, people have responded by creating their own false sunsets.
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you sure that's not a picture of beirut?
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