First Day, Before Sleep

In Huma's house near Stratford, three tube rides and a black curvy cab to get here from Heathrow airport. The policeman on the plane helped with my bag, I thought too large to fit. Home made Pakistani food. Lemon tarts at a fresh air market. The street performer HEY I'M SNAP BOOGIE AND I'M FROM THE US... BOSTON! The women here have purple tints to their grayed perms, but Huma swears she doesn't notice. Visa sponsors an amusement park under the London Eye-- Wonderworld which I think, but can't verify, does burlesque versions of Shakespeare. Titillating Henry V. And all around the ferris wheel, buildings old and new swivel up. London peeks at me from around the corners, both snooty and childish at once, standing knee deep it's own dirty bath water, the River Thames.

An inscription:
There are two things scarce matched in the Universe the Sun in Heaven and the Thames on Earth

--Sir Walter Raleigh

The lemon tart is the sun. Huma would like to note that "It lit'raly is luminous"

Macaroons: chocolate, pistachio, raspberry, banana, and hazelnut

The most beautiful hostess