Poverty is still there and sometimes - out on the streets - you see people who have fallen off the roller-coaster of ordinary life entirely. They ask for change. They smoke cigarettes. They are thin. Their eyes dart about. Their skin is pale grey. They look out for one another in ways that the affluent and advantaged will never know.
They may have pronounced limps, scars or aluminium crutches. They may have botched tattoos and they may carry cans of strong lager. I guess that some of them have drug issues and I imagine that growing up was not easy for any of them - not warm and secure with encouragement. In a sense, life has passed them by. They simply strive for survival day by day.
Don't get me wrong - those desperate people clinging to the bottom rung of the ladder do not represent typical Glaswegians. Yet they are there like shadows. I noticed them.
And I also noticed the Somalian and Sudanese food delivery guys. They have electrified bicycles with big tyres and they carry food orders in big insulated rucksacks courtesy of "Just Eat", "Deliveroo" and "Uber Eats". They are surely doing their best to make new lives for themselves - a long way from home.
In contrast, The Argyle Arcade is home to a dozen top quality jewellers. Diamond rings and luxury branded watches sparkle in the display windows bearing price tags to make one's eyes water.
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