Bombay Diaries - Day 7

Today was a mixed day. Went off to Chor Bazaar (late -thanks to me) and then realized it was Friday, and everything would be nearly shut. But, still we went ahead and went there, and found that there was a special market on. The regular shops were shut, and these crazy sellers had spread their wares in front of these shops, on the ground, of the already very narrow lanes. Chor bazaar is crazy. Always.
They were selling the oddest bunch of things. Old, unusable bits of film, rusty paintbrushes, stolen Nokia phone chargers, stolen car radios, dusty lanterns, and everything else since the time of the Flintstones.

Then we went off to Colaba (again) and met up with my photography professor, David DSouza, who I hadn't met in years. We spoke to him about a couple of experiments we have in mind, one of them involving a pin hole camera. He showed us an excellent example of a pin hole camera, made out of a matchbox. We're hoping to work that one out.

After that, off to Bandra to look up a place to rent for Brad. At Pali Hill. Nice posh place, where the landlady did a good job of trying to seduce us with stories of all the interesting art she's seen in the past few months around the world. I occupied myself with the enjoyable company of a miniature pincher called, incidentally, Titty.

We then extracted ourself from that elocution, and walked down to Pot Pourri, and indulged in a nice dinner, at the hip and exciting Pali Hill.

Finally back home, hit the wine shop for some beer (Haywards Black after ages) and then watched a really cool Brit movie from the 60s called Withnail and I. Really funny.

Now, good night.

Song of the post - Love Buzz - Nirvana. Because its playing now.

Quote of the day - A child is like a flower man, his head is just floating in the breeze.
- Jim Morrison