A broken tulip

Little Sister and I went to India…Little India, that is. It’s an ethnic neighbourhood I stumbled across in a truly accidental fashion a month ago. We tried sugarcane juice with ginger and lime (got pretty excited about the sight of REAL sugarcane), gazed wistfully at the many pretty saris in window shops, found a Nigerian shop selling real wax cloth (just like Congolese cloth!), and found freshly made peanut butter – the best I’ve had in a long time.