Thirty years ago today
I called Yvette in
the late morning and she asked if I wanted to go with her to Womad at Harbourfront.
I was there about half an hour early and took a couple of pictures. When she
arrived we went to the food tent where I had African and she had Tibetan. I
tasted hers and found that mine was better.
We went to see
Meneka dance. I hadn't seen her since I met her at the Sivananda Yoga Centre in
Montreal fifteen years before. She was still beautiful and her dancing remained
incredible.
We went for a
drink and saw an African guy singing while playing some kind of stringed
instrument.
It looked like
rain and so Yvette wanted to start for home but it started pouring before we
could leave. Yvette didn't want to flatten her hair and so we waited a while
before finally braving it.
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