Living in old Dhaka!

Recently we have bought an apartment in the old part of the city. Some people are not happy for it. But after spending few years, I know what the place can offer! With vibrant and rich cultural heritage, things here will certainly strike your sensory sensitivity and I feel simply great! My father also like it for its unique identity.

People like to live in posh areas where living is a matter of

prestige. But is that all? Life has things beyond such prestige! Certain dialect, wonderful food and lively lifestyle of old Dhaka will enliven you in such an unromantic city!

As far as I know, in most of the cities in the world, old parts carry special significance. In Dhaka, it is also not otherwise. I also like it for the peculiar alleys and sub-alleys where moving requires extra maneuvers!!!

But you are welcome indeed to get the real Bangladeshi hospitality (fusion style) with space and ample air at our home! Ha-ha! Welcome to old Dhaka!

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