On my way home from Marie Celeste there is a peculiar little underground arcade one can walk through for easy access to the next street.
Yesterday evening, a rather funky, youngish (maybe 30s) black woman with absolutely gorgeous skin was walking towards the glass doors to the arcade, looking a little perplexed.
She stopped and asked me in sweet English accent, “could I ask you a question, please?”
Being one of those extra-helpful types who always tries to assist with directions, and thinking her perplexedness indicated that she was in search of a particular location, I answered, “of course!”
“Do you believe in the bible?”