When I'd recovered enough to walk slowly down the road, I started to eat regularly (and carefully) at one restaurant/shop/Internet cafe in particular. The waiter quickly got to recognise me and looked after me well.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
2 comments:
Another of your great environmental portraits, Pete. And just look at that precariously balanced jar. Without detracting from the main subject, it speaks with eloquence about his workplace.
Thanks Lesley. The jar survived my time there; how much longer, I have no idea!
Post a Comment