Bougatsa and the big deep blue
Early morning on a Greek island tastes like the sun rising straight into your lungs.
The air is still cool but already dusted with the warm smell of butter and semolina dreams.
You follow the scent like a pilgrim, hoping today is the day the baker felt inspired.
Bougatsa appears only when the island decides it should, never when you expect it.
Some mornings the trays are overflowing, golden and steaming like a blessing.
Other days the counter is empty, and the baker just shrugs with a smile that means “maybe later, maybe never”.
The uncertainty is part of the ritual, a game between you and the gods of breakfast.
When it’s there, the first bite is like sunlight melting on your tongue.
When it’s not, the anticipation lingers sweeter than the cinnamon itself.
And so each dawn becomes a tiny adventure, guided by scent, luck, and the island’s lazy heartbeat.
Colours from the other side
In Mexico, Día de los Muertos is a night for remembering, not mourning.
In Camden, the same spirit arrives, just wrapped in London’s noise and drizzle.
Altars appear between market stalls, carrying photos brought from far away.
Marigolds, meant to guide spirits home, glow bright against the brick walls.
People place sugar skulls next to cups of coffee and street food.
Strangers who have never seen an ofrenda come together in a new ancient ritual.
Music meant for plazas floats through the market
The tradition feels both foreign and at home here.
In Camden, the dead are welcomed with the same warmth, just in a different accent
Wednesday its the new Friday
Wednesday in Liverpool Street is what Fridays used to be. By 6pm everyone forgets what “midweek” means and leans fully into weekend vibes.
Suits turn into rebels, heels turn into dance shoes, and calendars stop making sense.
The after-work crowd moves like they’ve been paid twice.
Your boss says “see you tomorrow” but your brain whispers “sure, Jan” I ll call in and say sorry I am hungover and you ll be just fine as this is England.
in Liverpool Street, Wednesday has simply resigned from being a weekday at all..
Or what people call Portfolio ;)
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