One of the best romantic comedies I've ever seen :)
Our 'heart-breakingly beautiful city' hesitantly doled out good weather on two of the four days - couldn't ask for more and possibly get it. Morgan M was magical, but a little less so than the last September evening I spent there, a year ago. Too much fine-dining has spoilt us, surely.
In Cambridge we experienced cobbled streets on a Saturday, flamenco guitarists (one male one female), the yearning to go back to school, occasional dry coughs, a stereotypical vegetarian restaurant and a near break-up. (Alifespansmanydaysandadayspanssomanylives)
On a rainy Sunday we felt the early blues of having woken up too late. These disappeared during lunch with the successful brother. The real finds of the day were the little people in the treasure hunt and the free tomato-and-herb scones at Food for Thought. Yumm! Then the half G1 dinner at the place with too many puppets, a date, and a boy with the purple shirt who is wearing his happy face these days.
On Monday I got my way - we ate at Wagamama near the Eye- Number 72 and the tamarind chilli pavlova, though it wasn't the same without Titli. The day was beautiful! Diffused sunlight and music and the smell of old books filled the air. Soon it was time to go, and I left my favourite sweatshirt at the airport security check in all my sorrow and absent-mindedness.
As I sleepily made my way back home in the yellow taxi and the skyline appeared in the distance, I felt the familiar goosebumps greeting me: Welcome back home.
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Now that I'm moving with the finality of paper-work behind me (put in my resignation, applied for visa), I have a growing feeling of anxiety.
Your post reminds me of my awe at the perfection of every curb and signboard which I should now look forward to. But it leaves me feeling ugly and artless.
I feel the unfamiliar goosebumps with each passing day, I'm leaving home.
P.S. Didn't you love 'food for thought'. I am certain they grew their own vegetables. :)
Food for Thought, and every other vegetarian earth-flower-green-loving restaurant that I go to just looks the same to me now. I like it, but I am often reminded me of what you quoted to me once from Zen and the Art of... something about the classes and the masses. :)
I am excited about you going to London because it means I can hopefully see you often.
The near breakup is more stereotypical? One time it will be a breakup purely to break the monotony of the stereotype :)
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