Every so often I will be walking around and stumble on something so fantastic that it changes the outlook on the whole day. Yesterday was one of those days. It started out badly -- I waited an hour to have my blood taken, an hour to deposit my rent into the bank (because it had to clear immediately), I waited half an hour for a bus. I went to the library and found out that not only had my card expired, I didn't have sufficient ID to renew it. I had a sudden, ravenous fit of hunger in a part of the city where the only thing to eat were horrific and greasy sausage rolls. I ate said sausage roll and proceeded to be haunted by it for hours.
And then, cranky and tired and burping up greasy pork and lardy pastry, I came across this alleyway in Chinatown: