A bowl of noodles.

A pretty normal Sunday in this city.  I knew already what I was going to have for lunch, ever since I'd been introduced to it by a new friend a few weeks ago.  I've had it once a week ever since.  Lan Zhou pulled noodles with beef, which is quite a fun dish.  It is quite wonderful to see the fellow actually pull the noodles right there- sheer magic!

Wish I could share this bowl with my friend!  

While sitting there, my mind started to wander, as it often does...

I thought of a friend at the moment  visiting Hong Kong who is probably eating everything in sight. If I were in his place, I would probably not be able to eat for three days!  Sometimes jet lag, distance and other stuff can do unexpected things to a person.

I also thought about another friend who I didn't realize was my friend (that's how things go sometimes!) who likes to eat noodles.  I don't think he's able to enjoy a bowl of noodles as I heard that he is too busy right now, so I had one for him.  

When I came out of the restaurant, I saw a drawing on the floor of a horse.  My artistic mind filled in the rest.  And, so the day continued on.