The night crowd starts rolling in, the musicians start busking and the smell of different foods permeate the air. The whole lane makes me feel like im tripping out and have entered some cosmic realm…
By loosing our sense of sight, our other senses took turn in playing a role of judgment. And how right and wrong we soon found our little sense detectives to be. Every crunch or sip, every aroma and linger. Then every suggestion someone else would make then transformed whatever we thought we were eating into that suggestion. Oh how our minds can play tricks on us!