Our only full day of the four of us plus my father together. Most of it was spent with others actually, as first one aunt arrived with her grandchild (a rather odd looking creature, like the baby in Spirited Away, but a sweet and seemingly ordinary child with a penchant for wearing backpacks, and then another aunt arrived, along with a grandmother in a wheelchair. After an excellent lunch of pilau, everyone finally left and my sisters and I went off to look at a few galleries and to have a coffee and cake. It was a better coffee than any I’ve had in Lahore and the aesthetic was industrial so clearly that wave has reached here after having swept the rest of the world many years ago (a Japanese Peruvian restaurant also opened this weekend). Well, may the waves break faster – amazing how end of the world Lahore sometimes feels.
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