It rained and thundered all night and the day was overcast and unusually breezy for Lahore. As such it has been quite cold and I have cracked out my only pair of socks, the cashmere socks I always take on long flights.
I have today completed the task I came to Lahore for; it required a great deal of signing and thumb printing. I am not sure why both are needed. Despite the ink patch on my thumb which is virtually impossible to wash off, I would prefer to do the thumbprints since my signatures can be quite inconsistent.
Lunch was bhatura from Icchra – a sort of puri often stuffed with lentils and eaten with chanay and a watery chutney. It was brought home, but I used to enjoy going with my mother to a shabby upstairs restaurant next to a mosque, with a telephone directory on each table and by the sink so one could rip off the thin, glossy pages and wipe ones fingers as best one could. She really loved going there.