Promenaded

Still trying to keep my day simple in the afternoon of the 26th of February of 2022, I headed to the pizzeria, and on the way were my Greek Cypriot neighbours Nikki the mother and George the son, who just recently took up smoking. I said that he could have taken up some other "habits." Then the conversation switched to the topic of Mexican cuisine and its hidden variety. I had pizza and diet black soda at the pizzeria, where there were some South Asians, as clients and vendor, as well as a Cockney-accented white man. Heading home, I saw Michael, who was from Francophone New Brunswick, as he smoked and promenaded on the sidewalk. He bowed to me, as I approached. I then showed him the Thai bowing greeting with pressed palms and said in Thai, "Sawatdee khrap!" Michael repeated it. He then said, "There are all sorts of cultures in the planet, eh?" Just then, two Sikhs walked by, one in black turban, the other in pink.

He was seen at his best on Sunday, when, clothed in a complete suit of black, with a single carnation in his buttonhole, and with an irreproachable silk hat, he promenaded with Madame Arbique on his arm.