There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.
There was a certain symmetry to the timing of the week. I left the apartment Monday morning to catch a 5:17 a.m. train that had me arrive in Budapest around 8:45 and I left Budapest Friday afternoon at 5:30 and arrived in Z around 8:45. London was humid and sticky Friday morning after a rain and Budapest was warm and sticky so the clothes I was wearing picked up that summer in the city smell, the one where the air traps vehicle exhaust and sends it down into the subway tubes where it attaches to your clothes and you drag it back above ground and everywhere else.
I tried to entice the group into visiting the Borough Market because we were right there (I photographed while they were enjoying a house of horrors that’s next door to the market), but they voted to trot off to the Greenwich Market, which ate up quite a bit of time and Brigi said they weren’t able to see the British Museum as a result.