lightbulb.

when i was a little girl, my dad would take us to roselle court inside the nelson after a tiring hour or two of straining our necks to look at art.

he'd sit us at a table, leave for a few minutes and reappear with a plate full of lavash crackers and a water for us to share.

i need to ask him, but i think the lavash was free. and nobody charges for water.

next week, i'm going to see a film with a friend and she suggested we have a glass of wine at roselle court first.
that was the first time i realized roselle court was a real place that made actual food. and served actual drinks. not just some magic cracker factory.

i know, i know.