#18: Kaya toast in the city

where does your hair feel alive? + a recipe for kaya toast

I exited the underground at Waterloo, returning to the above-ground world where the sun shone warm and bright for the first time in weeks. Walking to work, I noticed a slight haze at street level. With the warmth of the air, the smell of something cooking on a grill nearby, the dull haze and tall plane trees, I could suddenly smell Shanghai. For a momen…