10 Minutes in a McLeod Ganj Cafe

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Jonathan, eyes furrowed, glides pen across paper.
Chocolate syrup, swirled by brownie crumbs, coats two plates.
A female monk, shaved head, red robes, slurps soup and asks for chilly sauce.
A silent couple, buried beneath wool scarves, eats from Thali bowls.
A tourist, reading, sips his tea, eyes never leaving the page.
Indian beggar women, clinging to children like blankets against the cold, work outside.
Dance music, in a language I can't understand, plays over the speakers.
A French guy, leaning over carrot cake, discusses Obama with a Tibetan.
The waiter, black Free Tibet sweater, closes the door against the draft.
A monk, red fishing cap, pays, opens it again, and leaves.

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Comments

[Grandma]

Cookbook material?
I still think you should compile a cookbook from all of your eating experiences No doubt you have enough pictures to illustrate it. All you'd need are the recipes. Love you! Sharon

[Joan]

10 minutes in a McLeod Ganj Cafe
I read the blog,I closed my eyes, and I was there...Thanks, Love mom

[Aunt Bev]

Where
IceLily Where are you now? You must be out of the cold! Love You Aunt Bev