The wide avenues,
and the narrow streets.
The exciting underground 'Metro' railway - which always seems strangely familiar.
The stalls of exotic foreign clothing . . .
so very unlike the bowler hats and pin-striped suits we wear in London.
I believe some cultures refer to these ghastly 'meat-in-a-pitta-bread' snacks as 'doner kebabs', while elsewhere they are known as 'giros'.
I'll stick with my finely-cut cucumber sandwiches, thank you very much.
Much as I love shopping for shoes, I did manage to resist the urge to buy anything from this shop window display.
Unfortunately, I was unable to resist all of my urges . . .
Yes, this was a genuine loo - in a night club (oo-er!) - and yes I did use it!
