curry mile.

now i feel back, just walked through my favourite strip, curry mile. plumes of shisha wafting out the arabic shops, bright lights from the neon bollywood record shop, people buying their vegetables in pakistani rupee, fat indian man chewing on his paan with a toothless mouth, smell of tandoori chicken, the friendly smile from the check out woman at the green grocers, the sounds of sub-continent dialects, , the begging woman and then the blacked out mercedes with little northern patter wetting me, just in case i forgot where i was.