24 JULY 2006. MONDAY. 10:29PM.

We couldn't decide - whether it was indian as described in the papers, greek as written on the internet, or persian has it looked a hell like to us. My saturday was spent going back to a cafe we discovered months ago to sit and have some chai. The sweets didn't look that bad either. My apple and walnut pie was incredible. Anyway i'm settling for persian, it looked like persian food and sounds so much more exotic. My lazy sunday didn't end up being quite lazy after all. Jean got me out of bed at 9 with the promise of coffee at my neighbourhood cafe. Awake and fueled, we decided to check out the lifestyles of the rich and richer at the brand new multi-million dollar apartments down the street. We stalked the premises, peeked into windows, marveled at the interiors and exteriors, and dreamt of the 'if only i had a million buckeroos'. Our walk by the river continued until we found ourselves lost on top of a hill an hour later, overlooking the best view of the city, with kids and their parents BBQing their sunday brunch at a mini park with pirate ships to play on. There sat a cafe that served big breakfast and we started already to make plans to return for some. By the time we walked back on to a recognizable street, we discovered we ended up only 10 minutes away from my apartment! How strange. I got back to the apartment energized and dreamt up a recipe for some hearty homemade lasagna.