Cat on a warm tin roof.

Early evening and Dad and I took a walk to the nearest "Bakkal" (corner store) to buy some beer which means walking through the local hamlet, a place of very mixed fortune, ranging from nice apartments with a Bosphorus view to far humbler places, of which this is one.

Street Woofter and Puddy Tat are waiting for their dinner, which I could smell cooking as we walked past. I have long since learnt that those with less, generally share more.