A brief tour of my neighbourhood

This is the hotel that I have called home for the last (almost) eight months.


This is Jeff the stray cat who lives outside the hotel. I am the only one who calls her Jeff. She is a very needy cat. There is a chunk missing from her ear, which means she has been rounded up and spayed.


This is the corner store with the nicest staff ever.


This is the place I take my laundry. They iron everything, even my yoga pants. Once I went in to pick up my laundry and noticed a pair of boxer shorts I like to wear sitting on the counter. "Are those my shorts?" I asked. "Yes yes," said the man behind the counter, "it's okay." It really wasn't okay, but I left it at that.


This is the mosque that wakes me up with the pre-dawn call to prayer most days.