Georgetown is the city of my birth and I have an admiration for its handsomeness. The tree lined roadways, the lamp lit avenues, the colourful buildings, the colonial buildings, the history and the general beauty of the city.
The city started as a small settlement, a British capital port for the Demerara-Essequibo colony in 1781 when Lieutenant-Colonel Robert Kingston moved the capital from Borselen Island which was a few miles in the Demerara River. In 1782 the French captured the small town and developed it into their capital named La Nouvelle Ville; in 1784 the Dutch captured the town and developed it further into their capital, Stabroek after Nicolaas Geelvinck, Lord of Stabroek, and President of the Dutch West India Company; the downtown ward still bears the name Stabroek and is also the name for the world-famous cast-iron market.
After permanent British succession from the constant wars and handing over of the titles to land, the town was renamed Georgetown on April 29, 1812 after the then ruling British monarch, George III and eventually the city was designed into what it looks like today, the avenues and the boundaries of the wards,
