Moroccan Food Cravings

Long time no update (as if all of you, my zero readers, missed me) -but I have a proper excuse since I made a trip back to the motherland (and fatherland, brotherland, sisterland, sister-in-law-land ...) and spend a gloriously lazy week exploiting everyone's hospitality.

But before I did that I got a huuuge craving for Moroccan sweets, the kind of craving that makes you want to climb up the walls and eat the plaster off them. I craved of that summer afternoon in Aix-en-Provence when me and my friend Zuz sat in the park and ate all these too-sweet Moroccan sweets, which are easily available in large quantities over there, posing a major threat to people's waistlines. (But somehow, I suspect, the French girls are better at controlling themselves than I will ever be. They all seemed stick-thin.)

So, conveniently, me and the girls decided to check out Souk Bazaar on Litchfield Street, near Leicester Square station. Don't let the website fool you - the place is much smaller and less grand than you'd think from their photos. But the ambience was good and pretty quiet on a weekend afternoon and the mint tea was good and so was the squid and the duck and the hummus and the couscous and the sweets! Happy belly. And did I mention even their toilets were cute? So there, Souk Bazaar. Go.

Later on, we went to Trafalgar Square and there were lots of people chalk-drawing on the pavement ... used to do that as a kid, except my designs were not quite as obscene or politically motivated as theirs. Oh, and I didn't ask people to pay for taking a picture either! (Cheeks.)

Towards the evening, as you do, me and the girls took a walk around Soho and yes we went to ALL the sex shops and I found out that I must be a total prude and bore and that I don't even know what some of these fetish props are for! People have strange fetishes, I tell ya ...