later on saturday night after the glorious joyride, we went to mustafa in a vain attempt to re-inject some semblance of normalcy into the already surreal day. much as i wish that cheese and champagne at sunset was an everyday occurrence, it is not. also, we did think it would be funny to end the day with an adventure of a very different kind. so we scored curbside seats at sakunthala's and blew a pretty penny on prata. we people-watched, immersed in the cacophony of sound that is little india. after we'd licked our greasy fingers clean, we hopped over to mustafa in search of a shower brush. of course, we instead left laden with a year's supply of toiletries and other odds and ends. nothing like a spot of midnight shopping at its thronging best!
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