I do have a fondness for the Sweet and Spicy cafe on Brick Lane. When I first came to London in 1985 after having worked for 2 years in Bangladesh I used to come here talking Bengali, eating with my hand and generally unnerving the Bengalis who ran the place.
Today this man had a gentle quietness about him, almost with a hint of sadness, but was as ultimately unknowable as the photograph itself.
I'm tempted by a crop and a change of title.
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