In My Life

After dinner tonight we thought we’d walk back to our hotel a different way – up Turk Street – little knowing we were going to walk into a mass of drug deals. You could see money changing hands, a hubbub of frantic activity, and then young guys in cars sharing whatever they’d bought. By comparison, Eddy Street, our street, is an avenue of tranquility and innocence; yet we had thought all along that it was a den of darkness. Anyway, we got back safely.
By the way, our Indian dinner at the New Delhi was excellent.

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