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the watchdogs of goa
The interiors of Goa are lined with villages, villages with centuries old Portuguese houses, an occasional crucifix here a random chapel there, winding roads with only an occasional motorbike zooming by.
Everything is serenely ordinary and ambling past until you come across the lions and soldiers. They breathe a life into the otherwise still scene. They watch the streets in pairs and have been doing so for centuries.
Everything is serenely ordinary and ambling past until you come across the lions and soldiers. They breathe a life into the otherwise still scene. They watch the streets in pairs and have been doing so for centuries.
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