Starfruit

Tom ate a starfruit.

Before seeing the doctor today the 18th of August of 2015, I have vacationed for a few hours at the Richmond Public Market. It's like a big garden atrium that looks like 22nd-century tropical Southeast Asia. At Captain Wa, I buy white rice with fried squid, fried fish, and fried tofu. It all tastes like fried chicken because I've been devouring fried chicken for some weeks now. At Peanut's, I get a Sour Plum Bubble Green Tea. At QQ, I get a Cold Mint Bubble Green Tea. At Peanut's again, I get a Lychee Bubble Green Tea. Then, from there again, I get a Starfruit Bubble Green Tea. They're all delicious!

On the 10th of March of 2015, it is a walking day to a doctor's appointment. In the morning, I visit the local Roman Catholic worship centre. It is a brown mid-20th-century building. I gaze at a Mexican Santa María painting in the hallway. There are words in Spanish. The banners in the high-ceiling main chamber are purple, signifying support for Lojban and things Lojbanic, perhaps. By lunchtime, I am at the Richmond Public Market. I take the stairs up. First, I drink a plastic glass full of Sour Plum Bubble Iced Green Tea from a bubble tea vendor called Peanuts. Second, from the food vendor Captain Wa at a corner, I eat Noodles with Lemon Chicken, Tofu, Lotus Root Slices, as well as complimentary Hot Tea. Third, I drink a Starfruit Bubble Iced Green Tea from Peanuts, again. Fourth, having taken the escalator down, I buy a strange sinographic dictionary of a strange Asian Mainland tonal language. Fifth, having gone up the escalator, I drink a Mint Iced Tea from a bubble tea vendor called QQ Bubble Tea & Coffee. (The Q maybe is support for my Xoqolat.) The cold mint drink reminds me of my drinking mint at a café in Versailles in France, years ago. The Richmond Public Market is like a big garden atrium, as if in the middle of a tropical jungle. It is full of Kanjifolk.