So familiar these old streets with baroque houses
This park that used to be a tangle of bushes interrupted by grassy space where the boys would play football
That was of course before tourism was the ticket out of rural oblivion
Before they discovered and cultivated the healing hot waters buried underneath their blessed small town
I have heard this history
At least 12 times before.
The history of my home town we never explored, the walks we never took through my stomping grounds.
Habit makes life familiar.
Uneven histories can become all that we know.