CHAPTER TWENTY
With our food out of the way and the afternoon approaching, Ben and I found ourselves walking the cobbled streets of the grand city. My week-long occupancy of the city meant I still looked at everything with fresh eyes, and I couldn’t help but be amused by the myriad of buildings built beside one another. Shops shared walls with houses and liveries were tucked off the road at corners where five streets met.
“So what’s the problem with this Brisbane Street?” I asked my native guide as I looked up at Ben. “You made it sound like it was a bad place for a kid to be.”
He nodded. “It certainly isn’t a welcome one. Pickpockets rule the area and some of them are not particular about their clients. Even an innocent lad such as he could end up in the gutter with his pockets e
