Seeing the City
A happy street.
A place where my students have lived.
Tangled power lines, hanging laundry, a petty cab, a restaurant, and a rooster.
This place amazes me. It’s absolutely beautiful, loud, dirty, and generally confusing. Thanks for letting me share some non-food stuff as I get used to this new life.
Speaking of food, Wednesday’s post is killing me in the most delicious way. CAN’T. WAIT.