“Business or pleasure ”. I ‘m stumped “Bleasure” I say because it’s my business. And it is my pleasure. She spreads a healthy helping of seasoned spicy lamb onto the flat bread. “my daughter would love you. She wants to be a writer” she says. I say her daughter can be a writer and a doctor, a writer and a lawyer, a writer and a chef. She can have her cake and eat it. Creativity is not the monopoly of artists. “spicy” Faye says. I nod and she sprinkles the chilli flakes on the yoghurt sauce that slathered the seasoned mince. She folds over the flatbread. It gently grips the mixture inside nudging time served ingredients to mingle. Faye passes me the wrap of heaven. I’m going to be writer in residence at this festival and I think I’m gonna like it. Oh yes. Munch munch.
This corner of Greenwich Market is a festival of its own. It has its own eco- climate. The sun rises at breakfast lunch and dinner. It’s a scones throw from The Cutty Sark. Smells from around the world mingle in the gulley between the stalls. This is street theatre I can eat. And I like it. The festival begins in eighteen days but y the time this festival ends I’ll have eaten from every stall. Edible street theatre. I like that. @victusandbibo