
Twisting, turning, eight sharp bends, A crooked road where the journey wends. With bricks of red and flowers in bloom, Tourists gather to watch cars[…]

A place where past and present meet, By the waterside where tourists greet. Mechanical wonders from days of old, A penny’s delight in sights untold.[…]

By the waters where seagulls cry, Near the piers where the boats pass by, A man of peace stands tall and proud, With simple robes,[…]