A day in Isabella

ISABELLA

This city, renowned for its hospitality, sits on a mud bank flanked by two streams, the Roiling and the Turgid. Consequently its inhabitants, known affectionately by the appellation, Swimmers, have so instilled in their get this necessary affability to water, that their predominant distinguishing characteristic has become webbed feet. At the gates to the city, Helmeted Hornbills rest atop Grecian columns, hurriedly constructed during the three day dry period between the rainy months which extend through the Roman Calendar, compensating for leap years and time spent for celebrating the return of wrestling as a professional sport.

As we turned off the highway to enter Isabella, my aunt remarked on the cleanliness of the sidewalks. (We arrived in early spring so the dearth of floating sediment or lack of turbidity in the Roiling allowed for a clear view of the submerged stone walks.) We were delighted to see, first hand, the handy work of graffiti artists, who have utilized mosaic techniques to tell the history of the city.