The recent article in The Independent gleefully predicting doom on the aspirations of the creators and residents of Poundbury…
“As his Poundbury dream implodes, it never rains but it pours for Prince
Charles”
…brings to mind the story from Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino where the
city planned with reference to the celestial pattern is discovered by visitors to be populated by the monstrous offspring of its shame filled citizens.